"Ooohhh!" she moaned, and her fingers locked on his rod, scooted up his thick shaft, and wiped that drop of jizz away. Still holding him with her other hand, she brought her cum-stained fingers to her mouth and licked them avidly, loving every droplet of the fuck juice she was tasting with her lips and tongue. It was sweet cum, young cum, and she looked up from sucking her fingers, looked at the cock that had provided her with that delicious sample. Lips smacking, she moved toward him, bending his rod in the direction of her mouth. She thrust her head down upon Ronnie's cock and began to suck him, suck him with the long-denied passion that simmered inside her bones.

As his cock thrust into her mouth he plunged his finger up her twat, the rest of his hand shivering against the bun of her pussy. He made his finger wiggle deep inside and she moaned as she sucked. Her tongue sloshed round and round his thick hard prick and she could taste more cum, oozing so lazily, so slowly, from the tip, cum that frothed on her tongue and tasted warm all the way down her throat. She tightened her mouth, worked it round and round on him, and she was squeezing his nuts all the while, his nuts and the root of his dick, squeezing, teasing, supplicating. He didn't let up for a second with his finger in her snatch and she wiggled her hips in invitation, a come building in her guts.

And such a different kind of come, too! She was so used to the ones that came from masturbation, hot comes that nonetheless left her cheated, unsatisfied where it really counted. Not this time! She worked her hips, squashed her pussy down upon his impaling finger, and he began to rub her throbbing clit with the ball of his thumb. It wasn't a refined kind of stimulation, not the kind she got from her husband, but on the other hand, what did she get from her husband nowadays? And it was a lot better than doing it herself.