He began eating her cunt with a fierce determination, his sucking mouth grinding on her oozing pussy-flesh. He lapped deep into her cunt-hole. He massaged her cunt-lips with his nose. He breathed in deeply the smell of her cunt, saturating himself with her female scent. His strong hands slid over her ass, squeezing and jiggling her rubbery asscheeks.

Shuddering with pleasure at the aggressive probing of his tongue, Christie finally moved her cunt off his face and left the bed.

"You're good at that," she said.

Ryan grinned and watched her strip off her bra. When she reached for a garter clasp, he shook his head. "Leave them on," he said. "I like a little spice in my food."

Wearing nothing now except her white cap, a white garter belt, white stockings, and white shoes, Christie cupped her tits in her hands and asked Ryan about his wife.

"She's dead," he said. "You remind me of her. Big tits and a juicy cunt. She was a good woman!"

Christie was glad to hear he liked big tits. She wanted more of his cute mouth, but this time on her nipples. When she sat down beside him on the bed, his hands immediately moved to her tits. She leaned forward to hang a nipple into his open mouth. She smiled at the way he handled her tits, at the way his hands held them while he nursed. He was a big, burly man but at the moment, he looked like an infant, sucking on her hanging tits as if they were filled with milk. She crooned encouragement as he moved from one nipple to the other.

Her nipples glistened with his saliva when she finally pulled away, from his face. She patted his cheek.

"You're really, in no condition to do any hard work," she said. "Why don't you just lie back and let me take care of you."

"Take care of me how?" he growled.

Christie laughed. "If you promise to behave yourself, I'll suck your cock."