She whiffed the exciting male aroma of his cock and balls and, at the same time, she felt horny pulsations tingle her mammoth, naked tits. Her pink nipples became stiff and rubbery as she contemplated lapping her tongue over his cock and balls.

She closed her fingers around his nuts and gingerly massaged them as she deliberately flicked her tongue-tip out over the veiny shaft of his cock. At the same time, she recalled how just the sight of her luscious, nude body so recently never failed to arouse Paul. He had always been like a mad animal, never able to get enough of her. She sighed again even while thrilling to the salty-sweet taste of his cockmeat. She started licking her tongue over every inch of his soft prick. Her tits jiggled and her sensitive nipples tickled with lusty arousal. God, how she wished Paul would respond, sit up and suck her tits into his mouth. She loved the way her husband used to fondle and suck her tits.

Meanwhile, it was all up to her, and Hope started working feverishly. She lapped at his cock, soaking it with her saliva. Then, when the lump of his fuckmeat was glistening with her

spit, she brought her lush lips down to his cockhead and sucked it into her warm mouth. She munched delicately on the spongy cockknob and suddenly moaned as she detected a slight stirring from her husband.

He turned his head on the pillow, but his eyes remained closed. At the same time, his cock began to grow! Hope quickened the pressure of her sucking, drawing more and more of his flabby prickmeat between her lips. She massaged his balls more: urgently, rolling them between her soft fingers and loving the feeling of the male balls filling her hands.

Her excitement surged as his cock uncoiled inside her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the surface of his ballooning fuckmeat. There was no stopping his hard-on now!