She also liked to have Robert get on top of her, straddling her torso, his balls sliding over her tits as he fucked her in the mouth.

She didn't do anything when they did it that way. She just opened her mouth and let him pour the prick to her at his own pace; the fat shaft of cock fucking in and causing her to gasp and then blowing his wad in with such force that it nearly blew tier head right off his cock as it hit her throat.

How should she do it now, while he slept? She decided that a soft, gentle blow-job was in order. She wanted to make him come without waking him up.

Catherine was fantasizing wildly now.

She pretended that he was Joanne's boyfriend and that she was about to seduce the teenager. And then she pretended that she a Joanne, about to blow her own father.

These dark fantasies were causing her to pant with passion. Her pussy was overflowing. She cupped her cunt in her hand and her palm filled up with cunt juice. The hot pussy juice overflowed and ran down her thighs.

But she was determined not to reach the crest yet, to save her own orgasm to coincide with her husband's, and she did not rub her cunt. She just held her flowing cunt in her hand, as if to contain the lust within her loins.

She leaned over Robert's belly.

Not touching him yet, she blew her heated breath down onto the head of his prick. The big cockrod swapped like a palm tree in a tropical gale and the cockhead flared out in a wide wedge. Dark veins pulsed up his prickshaft and his balls expanded like balloons.

Catherine was drooling for a mouthful of cum, but she delayed, teasing herself, prolonging the feast.

She began to flick the tip of her tongue lightly over the very end of his cockhead, licking and laying. Moving lower, she licked his swollen balls lovingly, feeling the hard balls shift inside the hairy sac as her talented tongue caressed them. His balls were enormous now, filled with a lovely load of cum, and she knew that it would not take very long to milk that succulent sac of its nectar.