Again Townes dug his hands into the spongy cheeks of her ass. Then his head sank forward. He buried his face in the sopping wetness of her hairy cunt.

Donna finally recovered herself enough to protest. "No!" she shrieked. Desperately she tried to get away from him, staring in horror at his head of gray hair between her legs. "Oh, Mr. Townes, you stop that! I'm going to call the police! I'm married, oh you filthy, I'm going to… I'm gonna… ohhh…"

Then his tongue touched her pussy, and the wards of protest died in her throat. Donna had never had her cunt sucked before. Her husband had said it was a perversion, something only whores and junkies did. Donna had fantasized about it a couple of times, but her husband's opinion had made her feel guilty. She'd never known before that cunt sucking felt so good.

Suddenly waves of hot, tingling pleasure coursed trough her pussy as Townes bathed it with his tongue. Her nipples hardened. Her freshly aroused clit rose from its protective hood.

Donna shuddered hard, then stiffened. For several seconds she froze in position on the couch, with her thighs spread and Townes lapping greedily away between them, neither encouraging nor discouraging the lustful salesman. Townes' moans were muffled as he worked between her soft young thighs; wantonly he licked up the pungent fuck juices oozing from her slit.

A thousand thoughts raced through Donna's mind. She couldn't cheat on her husband. It was wrong, she'd never fucked another man before, it was sinful, she was a good girl, she wasn't supposed to. But she was so horny, and it felt so good.

Almost involuntarily, unable to control herself any longer, Donna splayed her legs as far apart as they would go. She grabbed Townes' thick gray hair and pulled his face deeper onto the mushy wetness of her fuck hole. Then she began to buck and gyrate her hot ass off the edge of the couch, fucking her pussy all over his face.