"Dalton… honey…" she croaked. "He's eating my cunt! Gad, is he ever eating my cunt! He's wild! He got a snout like an armadillo, and he's fucking me with it! Dalton… oh, honey, I'm gonna… Aaaieeee! I'm coming, honey! What a cunt-suckerrr!"

She throbbed and shook. She let her pussy open wide and flood Roger's tongue with her slippery juice. Her pelvis rattled and shuddered, and she nearly lost her balance when she grabbed for one fit to squeeze it rhythmically as she came.

It was a wild, sudden orgasm, full of quick heat, explosive. She wanted them all to know how good it was. She described everything Roger did, the way his tongue felt inside her spasming cunt, the way her cut was being sucked between his lips, the way her fits tingled.

She groaned and squealed constantly, sagging when she was finished. She moaned and kissed Roger's mouth, running her tongue over his lips, licking off the slippery pussy juice on them. She pushed him onto his back on the thick carpeting, and they blocked the hallway to the bedrooms.

She unzipped his pants and reached into the opening and drew out his cock. It stood stiffly from his crotch in full view of his mother's staring, shocked eyes.

The girl unbuckled his pants and worked them off his ass. She cupped his balls and cooed and rolled them in her dainty hands. She jacked his prick rapidly for a moment, and Roger moaned, lifting his hips from the floor.

"Ohhhh, don't jack it, baby-suck it off! Fuck it! God, get up here and slide that boiling pussy down over my cock and make it blast into that tight little cunt of yours!"

"That ain't the deal, honey," Sally moaned huskily. "You can't fuck we until Dalton's fucked your sister. But there ain't nothin' in the deal about suckin'!"

She swirled her tongue over her lips to wet them, then opened her mouth. She aimed his prick upward, gave a cheeky glance at her husband and at Vera, both staring avidly, though for different reasons, and then pushed her pursed, full lips down over Roger's ccckhead.