Robert began to moan and whimper in his sleep.

Catherine would have loved to know what dark dreams were drifting through his mind, induced by her hot mouth.

She was ready to come.

She held back, wanting him to come with her. She knew it would not be long now. His prick was swelling alarmingly, filling her mouth with steaming cockmeat. A steady trickle of spunk poured onto her tongue, heralding the load that was on the way. She let the cum run down her throat, whetting her appetite. She began to move her head up and down a little, feeding cock into her gullet and sucking on every precious inch as the cockmeat went in and out.

"Come," she whispered, the word muffled on his prickmeat. She was speaking not to his ears but to his prick. "Come for me, darling – come in my mouth – give me all that hot, thick jism…"

Robert groaned.

His balls suddenly contracted.

The heavy flood of cum rushed up his prickrod and spurted from his cockhead, filling her mouth with delicious, slippery fuck cream. Catherine gasped with joy. She gulped his cum down to make room for more. He blew a second mighty geyser into her gullet. The hot jism overflowed her lips and poured down her chin. She sucked away merrily, drinking mouthful after mouthful of cum with voracious greed.

Her pussy melted.

Hot cunt juice flooded from her pussy and saturated her crotch. Cunt juice seeped down into the crack of her taut ass and poured down the mammoth slopes of her thighs. Her hands worked furiously, rubbing and finger-fucking as she worked off her wonderful climax, gulping down jism atone end and creaming out cunt juice at the other.

Catherine milked his balls dry.

She drained her cunt.

Then she used her tongue to gather up the stray drops of spunk that had escaped her lips and run down onto his cock and balls. She didn't waste a single drop of the yummy stuff.