But she had never made love with Tony before, and although his balls certainly looked potent, she knew from sad experience how frustrated she would be if she drank all of his fuckjuice and found out there was not another load for her pussy.

She considered giving him a half and half – just licking and sucking on his sweet prick for a few delicious slurps, then letting him shove it into her pussy. But that, she knew, was dangerous, because once she had that succulent hunk of dripping cockhead in her mouth, she would certainly find it difficult to stop sucking, and from the way the spunk was already seeping out from his gaping pisshole, it was evident that Tony was going to blow his wad very soon.

Mouth or cunt? That was the problem.

She stirred her tongue around in her drooling mouth and rubbed her clit against his hand, trying to decide which of her hot holes needed it most.

She decided that her pussy came first – although just barely, for her saliva was pouring into her mouth every bit as much as her cunt-juice was flooding into her fuckhole. She gave his prick a last stroke, then drew back, sprawling out along the couch. Her knees were raised and her thighs were parted. Her skirt was up above her waist.

Tony leaned over her, shoving his stiff fingers up her slippery pussy. Her pink cuntlips were spread wide open and her open pussy-slit was streaming.

"Fuck me!" she moaned.

A tremor shook the over-excited man. His fingers probed her tunnel of lust again, then drew out, dripping. He turned onto his knees, between her open thighs. His prick, temporarily abandoned, loomed out over her squirming belly like some medieval weapon poised to strike, a warclub or bludgeon or mace or morningstar ready for the carnal joust. Her hairy cunt tilted up like a buckler, ready to receive the blow from that mighty meaty weapon.