"Goddamn baby, you're gonna pull my fucking tongue out," he gasped, trying to pull away.

For Sharon, his words were vibrations inside her pussy. And nothing mattered but the way her cunt responded. It seemed to burst, melt back together, only to shatter once more. Finally, she was thrust into such a peak of pleasure, she thought and hoped she would never come back again.

When her ecstasy dulled a few moments later, she let her legs fail to the sides of the bed. Her chest was heaving as if she had run a mile, and her flesh burned with exhaustion.

"God, you're good," she breathed when she could muster the energy to speak. "I think your tongue is almost as good as your big dick."

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" Ron grinned. "Mmmm, but later, baby. I'm gonna eat you alive."

Sharon flinched, not really looking forward to what was going to happen next. He just might stay there, drive her crazy with aching hunger, and only fuck her when she was too exhausted to enjoy it.

"Screw me now," she whispered, drawing her fingers over his shoulders. "Please? God, Ron, I have to have a cock up my cunt… now!"

"Later," Ron whispered, determined to eat out her pussy until he was thoroughly satisfied. "Mmmm, maybe much later." He ran his tongue over her throbbing clit.

At times like this, Sharon's mind would wander, often with crazed thoughts. She would think about all the men she'd fucked, compare the way they had shoved it to her, how their cum-loads had tasted. She had even planned on future fuckings with men she'd noticed.

Like that young couple who had moved in next door. But they were probably newlyweds, and you couldn't get between them with a crowbar! She had tried to be friendly, but the woman had given her a hateful look. The man had also been curiously cold.