He was trusting in her fist now, groaning, his fingers working in her hair. A boy, she thought, all hot and horny. Not a lot of subtlety about him, but she didn't need subtlety. What she did need she was pretty sure he could give her. A fucking, fast and hard, a rocking ride that would turn her marrow to jelly, her pussy to hot simmering juice that oozed in puddles from her raw red crack. A fuck that would melt her ovaries and send her screaming into a fiery, frenetic come. A fuck. A real fuck. She stroked him more vigorously, licking her way down his belly.

She had to twist herself about to get at him most easily, anti the bed was really too narrow for athletic screwing. But somehow she managed to turn, and her long, mesh-covered legs thrust up the bed, past Ronnie's head, as she worked her face into his crotch toward the stiff red cock that was held upright by her trembling fingers. Lord God, it had been so long since she'd had her hands on a prick that throbbed like his, a prick that leaked little bubbles of pre-cum out its slitted tip as her hands squeezed and teased up and down his thick length, a prick that wanted to be loved, not just a prick that was risen to do some sort of husbandly obligation. And she could feel the difference.

"I'm going to suck you," she announced. "I'm going to suck you and I may not know when to stop. Are you in any danger of coming soon?"

"Christ!" Ronnie moaned, sliding his hand up and down her thigh, "you know it! I feel like I'm ready to bust!"

"You dear sweet boy," Joanne whispered. She leaned closer, touched his large, swollen cum-tube with her tongue.

"Wow!" he yelped, jerking. His cock thrust up into the open air, and she held her breath, afraid he'd spill the goodies now, not even give her a taste. And she wanted it in her mouth, his hot meaty prick, his salty flowing cum, if it so happened that, he couldn't keep his balls restrained. She didn't want it to flow, wasted, before she could get a bite.