Even if he was a barely adequate lover, she reflected in a tiny corner of her mind as she worked her mouth around his rod, he was at least a man and therefore more satisfying than her fingers. Her mind inevitably drifted back to Steve, her husband, and the comparison between him and Paul was ludicrous enough to make her grimace with wry humor. He had undoubtedly been a stupid, sensual Polack, as she herself had told him often enough, but he had a marvelous ability to make her pussy hum with sexual life. He had taught her how to eat a cock in the most exciting, efficient way and had also introduced her to pussy-licking, an experience which had left an indelible mark on her.

The horny bastard, she thought as she remembered the hearty way he had dragged his tongue along her crack, stimulating her from asshole to clitoris, celebrating his fortieth birthday by running off with that little slut who wasn't even half his age! I hope he got his money's worth out of her, the silly little bitch!

Marie's vehement sucking soon brought Paul's tool up to a firm, throbbing hard-on. His prick had swelled out to its maximum size and gave her a comfortable mouthful. She jacked him off with her left hand and rubbed the lips of her pussy even more strenuously with her right. He watched her play with the dark-red slit but made no move to help her. The steady flow of cunt lubricant had continued and her fingers were now brightly wet with the slippery substance, which had also welled out of the ripe slit and trickled down over her brownie.

"Ooohhh, honey! I can't wait any longer!" he groaned suddenly.

Marie quickly removed her mouth from his cock and rolled over onto her back.