"Yaanh! God!" he cried, straining up tightly.

Sally bobbed her head quickly. Her tongue and lips mauled his spongy, throbbing prickhead. Her tongue came from between her lips and slid tightly along the bottom of his shaft, reaching for his pubes. She made a trough of it and squeezed and brought it back up, making it ripple over the veins and crinkles of his prick.

She did it again and again while her small hand rolled his balls. Her head bobbed up and down. She ate her way down his cockshaft, taking more and more of it into her mouth. Her sharp tits stabbed down from her chest, and her little butt shook with passion, making her crack open wide and tow the slippery wetness inside her pussylips.

All the while, she jacked his prick down at the mat, her little fist bumping against her wet lips as she sucked him off. Roger twisted his hips and bucked on the floor and moaned over and over, seemingly heedless of the fact that Sally's husband and his own mother were watching him prepare to spurt his load into Sally's mouth.

The girl was between Roger's legs. Her tiny tight butt thrust up in back of her, facing the dining roam. Her knees were spread, and her crack was wide open.

They could see her tight little asshole pulsing in and out with terrible heat. They could see the parted lips of her dark-fringed pussy and the pinkness between them, wet and shining with her flowing juices.

When she had sucked her mouth down over Roger's cock so far that she couldn't jack his root any more, she took her hand any and thrust it between her thighs, pumping it up and down her sodden gash.

Her fingers curled under her crotch and tickled her asshole. They dabbled through the wet meat of her pussy mouth, slipping into the silken maw of her cunt and coming out wet and dripping. And her mouth sucked down and down over Roger's cock.