Roy finally dropped his magazine.

"Okay, you little bitch," he muttered savagely. He grabbed Donna's head in both hands and furiously bucked his lean ass off the mattress, pounding his cock down her throat. "You make my dick this stiff, now you get to take care of it. You hear me? Suck it, bitch, suck out my cream!"

Eagerly Donna opened her mouth wide so he could fuck her throat. Her luscious, creamy thighs splayed wide apart. She pumped three fingers into the clasping tunnel of her fuck slit, humping her ass so her stiff clit would brush her palm.

"Come for me," she burbled breathlessly. She sucked his cock as hard as she could, rhythmically puckering and bellowing her cheeks as she struggled to breathe around the thickness of his tool. "Come on, baby! I want to taste it! Shoot your load and let me gulp it down!"

"Ahh, ahh, ahhh," Roy gasped. Wincing, he pulled Donna's hair and hammered his ass off the bed in a driven frenzy of lust. "Okay, Donna! Oh shit, oh fuck, here it comes… nnnahhh."

Roy jerked his hip suddenly upwards, ramming every inch of his throbbing, jerking dick into the buttery wetness of his wife's throat. Donna nearly gagged around the thickness of his cock. But she managed to keep sucking harder than ever, anxious for the hot spurts of his cum.

A long stream of jism erupted from the knob of Roy's prick, shooting violently down Donna's throat. The first spurt pumped out so hard that she never had a chance to taste it. Then more cream flooded out of his dickhead, and Donna moaned with satisfaction as her mouth was deluged with thick, salty cum.

Roy held her head and continued to rock and buck his ass, wincing and swearing as the jism burned out of his cum slit. Greedily Donna gulped down every drop. Afterwards she held his still-pulsing meat in her fist and lovingly licked and kissed the swollen knob, refusing to allow even a single delicious drop to escape the swipes of her tongue.