He tangled his fingers in her long hair and plunged his dick in and out of her mouth. Again and again he split her lips in two with his thrusting fuckpole.

When he had blasted the last drop of jizz into her mouth, he released her and collapsed against the sofa. She swallowed the last wad of spunk and spit his cock out of her mouth.

She licked her lips and pressed her tits against his knees. She gazed at him and felt her pussy erupt in a mini-orgasm. "Oh, my!" she squealed as the sensations gripped her.

"Don't tell me you came?" he panted.

She climbed back onto the sofa and cuddled up against him. "Just a little," she whispered.

"We've still got a little time!" he hissed as he stroked her tits. "How about a little suckysuck?"

She gazed at him with puzzled eyes. "Suckysuck?" she said.

He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her wet gash. "You need a little suckysuck," he snickered. "And I'm just the boy to do it."

Now he crouched on the floor between her wide-spread thighs and pressed his face against her twat.

"You smell just like a bitch in heat," he chuckled as he ran his tongue up and down her hairy slit.

"Oh, Mr. Young!" she gasped, leaning back against the sofa and holding her tits as he dipped his tongue into her puffy-lipped twat.

She squirmed her ass on the cool leather as he plunged his tongue into her cunthole. He held her hips and tongued her gash while she squeezed her tits.

"My cock is getting hard again," he said. "I just love pussy!"

"I'm coming, Mr. Young!" she gasped. "Not so loud!" he said, flicking his tongue tip over her clit.

She tossed her head from side to side as the lovely sensations of her orgasm raged through her pussy. "Oh, my!" she whimpered. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"