Her cunt was just too much for him. The rippling, caressing softness of her pussy always did it to him.

"Ahhh, damn you!"

His cock gushed, flooding her greedy cunt with his thick, hot juices.

Sherri let out a triumphant laugh, still coming. She whipped her ass up and down again, sliding her convulsing pussy on the shaft of his spewing cock, her tits swaying.

"I won!" she moaned, falling over him, her cunt refusing to turn his prick loose just yet. "I always win!"

Frank grinned as she began sucking and licking at his neck and shoulder, stroking her ass. Even relaxed, the cheeks were firm and shapely. His cock slipped out oilier cunt, making her giggle softly.

"I wish that would stay hard all night," she whispered, probing his ear with her tongue.

"You'll kill me yet," he said happily.

"You love it," she purred, rolling from him, but cuddling into his arm, her hand cupping his big, hairy balls and soft cock. "You can't get enough of it and you know it."

"I don't want to get enough of it."

"Then marry me," Sherri said in a low, almost hesitant voice.

Frank pulled from her, sitting up on the edge of her bed. "You know that's out of the question, Sherri. We've gone over it enough. I can't marry you or any woman. At least not for a few more years."

"Oh, Frank," Sherri protested, getting to her knees behind him. She pushed the soft mat of her pussy-hair against his back. "Cindy is going to grow up one of these days, meet a nice guy, and you're going to be all alone. Then what are you going to do? Just don't come around me with your tongue hanging out, wagging your hard-on."

He pulled her around onto his lap, kissing her. "I thought it was you that never wanted to get married. What's changed your mind?"

"You, you big-cocked asshole," she giggled. "I don't want to be away from this thing. You're the best fuck ever, and I want to hang onto you."