"I'm so nervous, Grant," she purred, his zipper down. "I can't wait to see how gorgeous your prick is." She groped inside his pants, latching onto his thick veiny shaft. "Oh, Christ! I found it!"

"Take it out," he groaned, his cock twitching in her sweaty grip. "Take the God damn thing out!"

"I am! I am!" she moaned, tormenting herself for a moment longer while fondling his dick inside his pants. "Don't be so impatient!"

Unable to deny herself the sight of his prick any longer, she yanked it out and gasped. "Ooooaaaahhh! It's sooo big and beautiful!" She looked up at him, her face flushed with excitement. "I'll bet it'll fit nice and tight in my pussy."

He nodded numbly. She was a dream come true, a hot bitch who wasn't bashful and who pressed how she felt and said what she wanted. "You got it for a long as you want."

"Today will be fine," she purred, stroking his lengthy rod, feeling the surging strength. She licked her lips. "I always suck first," she whispered in a voice reminiscent of a child. "I like eating before fucking."

"Be my guest." He was still awed by her openness.

"I shall." She parted her red glistening lips and eased them over Grant's cock, the first cock she had touched since marrying Brad three years ago. "Mmmmmmmm."

The humming of her voice on his cock tingled through his balls. He groaned, reaching down and running his hands through her long, flowing, red mane. "Suck it! Suck it!"

Joanne obliged. She sucked greedily on his prick head, her tongue swirling around, teasing and prodding the pisshole in an attempt to fuck it. She fumbled with his pants, hating the feel of clothing, eager to feel just flesh.

"Unnnnnnn, you're splitting my cock!" He squirmed, trying to pull his prick away from her insistent tongue.