"I never get a chance," Cheryl said.

"You're just chicken," he said.

"Listen," Cheryl said. "If you'd stop being a six-stroke wonder, maybe I'd do some exciting things too."

"Fuck you!" Charlie said. "Hey, look at that!"

The man on the screen was fondling the girl's tits. The girl leaned closer to him, her mouth poised over his prick. "I've been dying to suck your cock all day," she purred.

Her lips were parted and glistened sexily as she extended the tip of her tongue and let it swirl over his cockhead. The man grabbed her head and pulled her face into his lap.

"Go to it, baby-doll and I'll give you a good fucking later."

"Baby!" the blonde squealed, taking his cockhead into her mouth and sliding her lips over a few inches of his cockshaft.

"Get it in there!" the man said. "Take my whole cock in your mouth and make it even bigger so I can split your sweet pussy in two!"

The blonde's lips suctioned his prick-knob. Her tantalizing tongue fluttered over his shaft and licked greedily at his blood-engorged meat.

"Get it good and wet," the man said.

"Your cock is so delicious!" the blonde squealed.

By now Cheryl's cunt was awash with pussyjuice. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe it was up to her to initiate new things into their sex life. Still, she hadn't been brought up to be aggressive in bed. She'd always assumed the man would take charge of the fucking.

In the beginning Charlie had certainly taken charge. He'd been terribly aggressive, even to the point where he wouldn't let her get on top when they fucked. Now he wanted her to, but she felt uncomfortable about it. Somehow it seemed masculine to be the one on top.

The blonde in the movie was sucking voraciously on the man's cock.

"Get it in there, baby!" the man hissed, digging his nails into the girl's spongy-looking tits.