Costume Change update

Kon grinned at her, liking the idea. He lay down on his back. “Since I know how much you like to be top—think I’ll lie down on the job.”

Cass grinned herself and dropped down to straddle Kon’s face, reverse cowgirl. She stared at his stiff cock while she mounted his face. As handsome as his features were, his face didn’t make a very good dildo, but it still turned her on to rub herself against his visage—as much as it had to put on her sensual outfit in the first place.

Then Cass felt him start to kiss and tongue her sex; she loved it too much to simply enjoy it. She had to do something herself. She leaned down to his standing erection, to occupy her hands and mouth with play.

It was one of many new tricks Kon had showed her; Cass was anxious to try it out every which way she could. The same way she was anxious to learn every facet of Kon’s body, every response he could make to her. As she ground her body down on his lapping tongue, she glanced up and down his growing prick, smiled. Her costume was a new trick too—Kon seemed very willing to experiment with it himself.

“Easy, girl, chill,” Kon said, pushing Cass back upward as she lowered herself forcefully down to him. “Don’t smother your guy, now. I’m only good to you if I can breathe!”

Big hands clutching her trim waist, he lifted her up and held here there, with her slit poised over his mouth. He licked upward, along its turgid contours, and Cass squealed joyfully. She immediately tried to thrust herself down onto his mouth again, her shapely breasts jiggling as she strained against Kon’s superior muscles.

“I think you could use a new assignment,” Kon quipped, reaching up to grip the back of her head and inch her face down to his growing cock.

Cass went willingly enough when she realized his thinking—scratching her fingernails through the bristling hair of his lower belly, then lightly tickling the bulging base of his manhood. It swelled before her eyes, blood seething in its reddened heft and bloated purple veins.

Cass wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and squeezed against the throbbing of his arousal. Kon groaned and twisted under her. She could’ve gotten away with mounting his face again, but now she was more interested in this game. As good as Kon ate her out, the way he moaned was truly delicious.

Between sighs, Kon flicked his tongue up into her moist sex, running the tip of his tongue through the sparse hair that guarded her smoldering womanhood. Cass shivered when his tongue traveled to her clit, teased away from it, then snaked against the little bud. Immediately she was pumping her fist on his member, knowing she couldn’t withstand the pleasures his tongue was igniting throughout her luscious body if she didn’t distract herself.

“Tongue… feels so damn good… in my pussy…” she hissed out, too distracted to be as taciturn as usual.