She did not hear the shouts of the crowd, nor did she know anyone was around. She did not care if someone saw her sucking furiously on this deliciously hard cock. None of that mattered to her, only that she was sucking a cock. That, and that alone, mattered.

She had her husband's cock deep in her mouth when he began to come. She felt him trying to jerk her mouth off his cock, but she fought him, clinging with her lips.

"Stop it, Sandy!" she heard him snort. "Stop it, damn it! I'm about to come! Stop it!"

But she clung to his cock tightly, her lips tight and hot, wet and hungry. When she tasted that first squirt of his come juice, her pussy seemed to bust apart. She groaned deep in her throat as he filled her mouth with his thick, slippery come, her pussy coming in strong waves of spasms. Her slender body shook, and every muscle and bone of her being seemed to suddenly become liquid, jello-like.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she heard Rob moaning. He was no longer trying to make her stop. He sat there, his body shaking, his cock spewing so much come juice that Sandy had a problem swallowing all his jism. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she gurgled, her throat working, her lips sucking. She now held his cock by its swollen head, and her tongue flew swiftly about the piss hole, tasting each squirt of his come juice before she swallowed.

Even when he stopped coming, Sandy continued to cling to his cock with her tight, hot lips, her pussy still going through tight convulsions. She whimpered and mewled with mindless ecstasy, her tongue swiping over his slightly seeping piss hole.

"Sandy! Stop it, Sandy!" she heard him say, his voice stronger now. "You want someone to see you? Sit up, damn it! Sit up!"