She followed the big cum-vein up the underside of his tool, licking, nibbling delicately. His prick was hot with arousal, tasting of his own meaty masculinity and the musky juices it had fucked out of her ripe hot pussy.

Tricia loved to lick her juices off his dick. Her cum was so delicious, it was no wonder he seemed to spend half his at-home hours with his face buried between her legs, his tongue worshiping her juicy cunt.

She licked every inch of him, saving the big swollen red knob for last, because it was the sweetest and most delicious, and she loved to tantalize herself as much as she did Ken. She'd never enjoyed sucking cocks before she got her mouth around his for the first time. Now that she was an old hand, she could eat him for hours, and she loved the excitement of feeling his first squirting gush of cum splatter her tongue.

"I love you," she whispered, as she always did, just before she slipped her round mouth over the end of his prick. She took him in and out, sliding her mouth across his excited tool, licking as she sucked. The friction of her lips on his knob was exciting – as much to Tricia as it was to Ken.

She took him deeper, gasping as the hugeness of his aroused cock slipped into her middle mouth. He always told her that his dick hadn't been nearly as big before he met her, that she was responsible for the size his meat reached when it hit full erection. She'd never been with a bigger prick, but she hadn't been with very many before his.

No matter. Ken's rod was literally all she could handle, and then some. She sucked in some breath, filling her lungs before she moved her face even further downward on his clublike prong.

The knob entered her throat, and she sucked hard, her orality totally full of her man's prick. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning and humming around the meat that clogged her mouth, the way she always did when she sucked him off.