His eyes glinted with excitement. "It's never too late, baby," he said as he pushed her down onto her knees on the rug in front of him. He watched through a hazy glow of booze and lust as she began to work at the zipper of his fly.

Wanda's hands trembled as she struggled with the stubborn zipper. At last she had discovered its secret. She pulled it down with one urgent tug. She groped inside his pants and pulled out a hard swollen length of cock. Her tongue flitted lewdly over her lips as she contemplated its awesome size. Then, with a sudden, snake-like movement, she stabbed his cock-tip with her tongue. Her tongue began to run round and round the firm mushroom-shaped surface with building abandon, leaving a sheen of saliva on his pink-fleshed cock.

Greg gritted his teeth and grunted at the unexpected assault on his sensitized organ. "Jee-zus, woman! You sure know how to give head! Fuck! Feels great!" The teasing manipulations of her tongue-tip were more than he could stand. He grabbed her by her thick red hair and forced her face down onto his prick. The whole turgid shaft drove deep into her throat. She coughed, then quickly recovered. With experienced ardor, she began to bob her head up and down over Greg's lurching cock. Her mouth bathed his prick in a repeated wash of hot wet pleasure. While his knees quaked with excitement, Greg took a stronger hold on her hair. His hands guided her pace over his tingling cock. He threw back his head and moaned in ecstasy. It had been a long lonely week since his cock had felt anything this good.

"Shit, woman! Do it! Suck my prick, baby!"

Quivering with her own depraved arousal, Wanda worked her mouth back and forth over Greg's resilient hardened cock. She could feel her love-juices trickling from her naked pussy down over her thighs, underneath her skirt. Wiggling her ass to convey her own arousal, she tongued Greg's cock with abandoned frenzy until he was moaning in non-stop, drunken ecstasy.