"If I had you, maybe I'd stop fucking around." Greta laughed.

Andy stabbed more fiercely into Greta, burning with the need to release his lust, and he gasped as her pussy muscles exerted their almost irresistible sucking pull on his cock.

Again he jerked his cock out of her, and again she wailed in protest. She cupped her hot pussy, fucking the shit out of her clit, and she rolled over onto her back without missing a stroke. Her eyes were glazed as she spread her legs wide and humped her cunt up at Andy inviting him to finish the job he'd started.

Instead, he threw his leg over her tits and squatted his ass down onto the fat round tits, angling his cock down toward her mouth.

Greta knew the cue. She grabbed hold of his cunt-sloppy tool and fed it into her mouth. She couldn't take him all that deeply, but it was the quality, not the depths, that proved her blowjob artistry.

She made her lips into a vacuum over the end of Andy's prick. The big cock-knob itself almost filled her mouth, swollen with lust as he was, and she sucked furiously, desperately, as if she were starving and only cum would save her life. Her tongue raced around and around the sensitized, tingling flesh of his cock-head. She tried to fuck her tongue into his piss-slit, and Andy gasped, almost ready to squirt his cum straight down her throat.

She let him slide out of her spit-wet lips, and she licked at every inch of his cock that her tongue could reach. She kissed his hard flesh, she nibbled his cum-vein with her sharp nasty teeth. She made him love every kiss, every lick, every fucking bite. Her tongue butterflied all over his prick, but especially on the underside of the bulging cock-head.

Cum was already oozing from his slit. He had to close his eyes and think of something else in order to hold back a gushing squirt that would probably have drowned the hot luscious bitch an the spot.