She tossed her mane of blond hair and dropped her head down. She'd stripped off her shorts and halter top and was kneeling between her boyfriend's open legs. He liked her to keep on her panties. He liked to take them off himself. And that was fine with Martha. She liked him to take them off too.

"Before I start licking," she said, "I want you to understand that I've already had my breakfast."

"Just a few sucks, Martha baby," David begged. His hands caressed her as he propped himself up on elbows to watch. He always liked to watch her open her lips and let them slide down around his glans. She knew he liked to see how shiny she could make it with her spit.

Martha wet her lips and then wet his glans. She rubbed her bottom lip back and forth against the plump lobes under his tip. That had a way of driving most men up the wall. David was no different. He started writhing around and pumping instinctively as she let her tongue get into the act. Now she was licking him, letting him watch her lick him. Like a big lollipop, his blue glans throbbed hotly against her teeth. She sucked him noisily, making a mess of it now, knowing that he liked her to make a mess of it.

Hot spit dribbled down his cock and into the tight tangle of his cockhair. She bobbed her head down, down until his pricktip bumped the roof of her mouth. Then slowly, sucking her cheeks in tightly around him, she pulled upward. His cock came loose from her lips with a pop.

"Don't forget about me," she pouted, watching him watching her. She stroked his cock again, her finger and thumb tightening just behind the head. As the blood filled the barbed tip until it looked about to explode, a shudder went through David's body. Martha was crazy about his body. It was long and lean and though he wasn't really the athletic type, David had nice muscles. Plenty for what she needed. And she needed it now.