She had almost found the perfect fuck with that biker, she thought, remembering the smell of sweat and gasoline and grease. And those huge muscles, his hulking weight crushing down on her.

He had held her hands out on that dirty mattress, and as she tried to free herself, he had tightened his grip until her circulation was cut off. She had climaxed savagely, her pleasure almost painful.

Too bad the biker's old lady had come in and ruined everything. Christ, she'd never heard of some of the words that bitch had spat at her. She considered herself lucky just to escape before she was beaten up, or worse.

While she thought of the biker and his wonderful cock, she sucked furiously on Ron's prick shaft. Then, as her orgasm began peaking she threw her arms out on the bed and held them there, pretending huge hands were on them, refusing to let her get up.

"Unhhhh!" she choked, spitting into the wiry crotch hairs.

Her orgasm burst into her pussy with tremendous force. She gave another spluttering groan, then fell back, panting.

"Keep sucking, whore," Ron grunted, fucking in and out of her mouth with full force. "Tighten up, and lick on me. My cum is gonna choke you to fucking death… suck!"

The mere thought of his creamy wads of jism was enough to make Sharon's pussy explode with another spasm of climax. While her pleasures shot through her cunt, she began jerking her head back and forth, driving her chin into his swollen, hairy balls.

A couple of seconds later, she tasted the steam of his nearing climax. The flavor was both delicate and heady at the same time, titillating the back of her throat. Another convulsion of raw pleasure swept up and down her cunt tube.