Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling flick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing with a mind of its own. She sucked, hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, reveling in this, the raw, naked, sexual pleasures for which she and her husband lived. Her breasts danced wildly below her rhythmically pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting view Carl was seeing.

"Suck it, suck it, baby-doll, suck it!" the handsome dark-haired man urged her on, dropping his head back on the pillow heavily, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the sweet mouth around his huge cock. The image of Lily Granger came into his mind just then. Holy Shit, it would sure be something to fuck that broad three ways to heaven… to shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat, her cunt, maybe even her asshole… Son of a bitch, he hoped the plan Cindy had was a good one; but then, she was a very clever woman and all of her plans were good ones…

The passion-inspired blonde slaved below, her body glistening from tiny droplets of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Carl's balls, and he ground his loins up hard against her face, not thinking about fucking the luscious young mother of Eddie Granger any more, but only about the beautiful hot bitch blowing him so wonderfully, the best in the world, the best ever. Harder and harder he rammed his cock up into her mouth, pumping his cock deep into her tightly locked throat like a wild man, and he heard her protesting mumble – a satisfying sound in Carl's ears – and it drove him on to fuck her mouth faster and faster in his desire for the final release of the maddening build-up of semen in his testicles below.

And then…

And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first torrent of white-hot fire leap along the full length of his throat-filling cock.