"I think I'd better leave," the man nervously muttered.

"Just rein," she whispered.

As her hand continued stroking him, Tom felt a guilty little thrill. He'd always thought Bev Layton would be a hot piece of ass, but he had no intentions of being unfaithful to his wife. He knew he should get up and leave, but there was a certain excitement sitting here, the hot blood rushing to his cock, his prick rapidly growing harder and harder.

"That's enough," he finally gasped, pushing her hand away. "I'm not the type that would cheat on my wife."

"Bull shit," she giggled, grasping his swollen prick again. "This big hard-on is just dying to fuck my hot little cunt."

When he didn't say anything, she deftly took the tab of his zipper and opened his fly. Reaching in, she curled her soft cool fingers around his hard shaft oil cock meat.

"That's quite a cock," she whispered, pulling his prick out of his pants.

Nervously staring at the beautiful redhead, the man felt a wild flutter of excitement flow through his loins. The horny woman lowered her face toward his silky-smooth cockhead.

Her hot juicy lips came down over the bulging head of his prick, closing warmly as her soft fingers stroked the thick base of his prick shaft.

"Oh, God!" he moaned, no longer wanting to stop her.

Bev began slowly moving her head up and down, each plunge taking more and more of his delicious cock into her throat. Tom began instinctively thrusting his hips up, countering the horny woman's bobbing head. He wished he could see her soft lips around his boner, but all he could see was her long red hair blanketing his lap. The man was lost in a trance as Bev's juicy lips sucked and pulled on the sensitive flesh of his prick. Her sweet mouth wag fucking up and down over his thick fleshy meat with increased speed and pressure, her experienced tongue swirling all around as she sucked.