"Ohhhhhh!" Sheila cried out, throwing her head back and releasing the hunching man's prick from her lips. She moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up the tough, wrinkled skin of Frank's swaying balls. At the same time Sheila reached down and grabbed her snatchlips with both hands, pulling them apart and stabbing her fingers deep into her hot hole for relief. She didn't know how long she could keep her pussy from exploding into brain-ripping contractions. Sheila wanted Frank's cock shooting its load into her fuck tunnel. But she couldn't hold out much longer.

"Unnnghhhhhh!" Frank cried out again. Sheila felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather the man's fuck sacs with her hot spit.

"I don't want you cumming all over my face," Sheila said, popping the balls out of her mouth and sliding back up the bed.

"You could eat my cock all day," Frank groaned as he moved back down the bed. Sheila closed her eyes and inhaled sharply as she felt Frank slide his hands under her squirming ass and hike her legs high into the air. This was it! For the first time in five long months, her itching pussy was finally going to be scratched by a drooling, hot prick.

"Goddamn it!" Frank suddenly said, dropping her legs and rolling back from her twat.

"What is it?" Sheila groaned.

"The fuckin' phone. You'd better answer it," he said frustratedly as he climbed off the bed.

"The hell with them!" Sheila shrieked, thrashing on the bed like a crazed snake. She didn't care if the Pope was calling. All she could think of was the incredible heat and ache that was clawing at her snatch.

"It could be important," Frank said, wrapping his fingers tightly around his dick in an effort to bring it down soft again.