With tireless enthusiasm, she bobbed her head up and down over Tom's cock. Her tongue probed and tantalized the little slit in his cock-tip and the rubbery ridge that framed his knob. She loved the resilient feel of his prick in her mouth. For a moment, she allowed herself to think about how good that hard rod would feel in her pussy. The thought alone made the juices overflow her cunt and trickle along her thighs. Her twat throbbed with the need to be filled… with something long and hard and thick.

Tom was feeling completely abandoned. He was lying back against his pillow, his hands clutching at the sheet beneath him for moral support. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the liquid softness of her mouth making love to his cock. He could feel the blood thumping in his prick. The urge to blow was strong.

"Oooohh, Heather baby! You sure do that nice! Aahhhh! Shit!" As his excitement became more intense, he thrust his hips up against her face, sending his cock surging deep into her throat.

She gagged slightly once, but she managed to open her throat and take his deep cock-thrusts into her mouth. There was no point in trying to stab his cock with her tongue now. He was past that point. He wanted to use her mouth like a cunt, to fuck deep and rhythmically into her obscenely defiled throat.

"Mmmmm. Oooohhhh!"

Heather was enjoying sucking Tom's cock, but she was becoming anxious. She was afraid he would go ahead and cum before she had a chance to get her own satisfaction.

There was only one thing to do.

Tom obviously was content with things the way they were. He would likely just keep on fucking her mouth like this until he came.