Anne's luscious lips slid up and down on his stiff prick. She liked the hardness of his cock in her moth. Her hand held the stalk of his prick at the base. His cock throbbed in her fist and felt hard as a brick that had been left out in the hot sun. Her mouth sealed around Dave's prick in a sweet pucker.

He watched her suck his hard cock in the mirror, watched her head dip in and out, her sweet lips slush up and down like a plunger.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned. "Shit, I love it love the way you suck my prick."

Anne, as she sucked his prick, gazed into the mirror and saw Dave's impassioned face full of desire and love with pleasure.

His tongue hung out like a dog's. His hands were on his hips, and he ever so lightly humped, fucking his hips and iron-hard prick at Anne's sucking mouth, at her red puckered lips.

"Darling," he whimpered. "I wish you were sucking my prick every day."

Anne slipped her lips up in a slurpy slide off his cock. She rubbed the sticky, spit-shining prickhead along her reddened cheek.

"I wish I could suck you every day," she whispered.

She pecked her lips on the tip of his foaming prick, then sloshed the hard cock back into the warmth of her luscious mouth.

"Goddamn!" Dave gulped. "Anne, you're the best cock-sucker in the whole world. No one has ever sucked my cock like you. I love it. I love you!"

Anne reached her free arm around behind Dave and slid a finger up and down the crack of his ass, then she button hooked the tip of her finger in his asshole.

"Ooooo," Dave sighed. "Oh, Jesus, baby!" Dave trembled in pure delight at the way Anne fucked his ass in rhythm with her sucking. He drew his fingers down her back and plunged his hand under her pink pants over the glassy smoothness of her award-winning ass, clutching, fondling.

His breaths now came in short gasps, like jets of hissing steam.