She pulled her skirt up and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her palm was met with a moist, wiry warmth. She pulled her cunt lips apart with her fingers and exposed the throbbing, hard clit. She nestled it between the two fingers and squeezed firmly.

She tasted the salty flavor of blood as she bit down on her lips to keep from crying out with tormented want.

"You'd better get that hot little mouth ready, baby," the man grunted. "I'm about to load you up with some fine, hot cum!"

Ann could almost taste the hot wads of jism, spurting out of the man's prick, gurgling down her throat, filling her stomach with his climaxing warmth.

"Ummmmm!" the woman moaned, her voice smacking and sucking against his dick. "Ummmmm!"

"You like that taste, baby?" the man asked. "You like sucking that white juice in your lungs?"

The woman moaned again as the thick, creamy cum spilled into her throat and oozed into her belly.

Ann wanted nothing more than to scramble over there, push the woman away, and grasp that exploding cock with her lips and slam it against her tonsils! Yet she remained in the darkness, afraid to move, afraid even of her emotions.

She probed deeply into her cunt, stabbing her fingers in and out of the slicked-up, tight muscles, pressing her thumb against her tiny, hard clit. It throbbed and vibrated against the pressure, sending pangs of raw pleasure into her pussy.

Again, the woman moaned. Ann looked at her profile and could see the streams of jism dripping down her chin, glistening against her neck.

"Take it all, you cum-drinker!" the man grunted, slapping his hips back and forth. "Suck it all!"

Ann ran her eyes upward from where the woman was greedily sucking. She couldn't make out who the man was, but whoever he was, he was obviously very muscular and handsome. Even in the darkness, Ann could make out his sculptured chest, his lean and sinewy forearms, his bulky biceps, and massive shoulders.