Cynthia puffed out her cheeks, then puckered them sharply again, then alternated between the two like a sexual bellows. Her fist kneaded and massaged the root of his prick, then started to pump up and down, skillfully beating his meat.

His cock grew longer and harder as she sucked, and the hairy sac of his balls tightened with its congested load of cum. Cynthia badly wanted to use her left hand to fingerfuck her pussy, but she was even more anxious to get the boy off and drink his cum.

Dropping her left hand between his thighs, she cupped his big balls and kneaded them gently, encouraging him to shoot his wad deep down her throat. Then she flared her nostrils for air and sucked his prick as hard as she could.

"Ah, ah God!" Dave lifted his ass off the couch and quivered from head to toe as burning, tingling sensations shot through his prick. "Gonna cum, lady! Can't fucking stand it!"

Feverishly she bobbed her head, letting his greasy, throbbing cock fuck rhythmically in and out between her lips. Her fist jacked with the rhythm of her head, tugging and stroking the base of his cock. Her cocksucking became extremely noisy as he reached a climax; the wet slurping, smacking sounds of a good blow job filled the living room.

"Ah, shit!" Dave gasped. "I'm cummiiinnngggg!"

A geyser of cum shot from the tip of his prick, shooting down Cynthia's throat. Cynthia clung to his gushing cock and sucked harder than ever, feeling her cheeks flush brightly with the intense energy of the blow job. The initial blast was followed by rhythmic spurts of thick, gooey cum.

It was delicious, the nectar she'd needed so badly for the past several weeks, ever since her husband had taken his cock away from, her. Cynthia nearly came in her hot pants as the boy's hard prick tossed off wildly in her mouth, spraying her tongue and the inside of her mouth with his milky, shooting cum.