She felt his prick swell in her mouth, his heavy balls slapping her chin. She knew he was going to cum any second. This wasn't what she wanted. She sunk her teeth into the base of his prick.

"Oowwwwww!" Grant shouted, his hip action stopping, her teeth clamped into his dick. "You're biting the fucking thing off!" He let go of her hair and froze, afraid she was going to chomp it off.

Her face red with excitement, Joanne slid her mouth off his cock. "I didn't want you to cum," she gasped, catching her breath. "I don't want your cum wasted in my mouth. I want it in my pussy."

He nodded, realizing he had almost gone off the deep end. This hot bitch was something to contend with. She was right. He most definitely wanted to fuck her. "We got all day. I'll be hard again," he said, getting himself together.

"I know," she panted. "I can't wait any longer. My pussy is boiling for you cock." She looked at his prick, seeing her spit clinging to the shaft. It was exciting! She looked up, her eyes green fire, burning into his. "Fuck me!"

She fell back on the grass and spread her legs, hoping the detective would get a shot of her parted legs and her wet red cunt before Grant, fell on top of her and fucked her blind.

"Hurry, Grant, I'm out of my fucking mind!" She squirmed on the ground, thrilling to the coolness of each blade of grass as it caressed her asscheeks. She writhed for him, leering hotly up at Grant and his huge spitsoaked cock. "Fuck me!"

For a minute, Grant just stood there, devouring the hot and sensuous housewife with his eyes as she writhed in the grass like a bitch in heat. He ogled her tits, swaying with a life of their own as she seethed and squirmed. His eyes feasted on her pussy, red and swollen, glistening with her hot milky juices as they oozed from inside her wet juice-laden pussy.

"Jesus Christ!" she whimpered, twisting on the ground as she waited for him, her body a mass of tight jangling nerves that were ready to ignite. "Fuck me! I need your cock!"