"Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! You want it in your mouth, baby?"

"Yes! Do it!" Carrie gasped. She cupped the fat, hairy sac at her chin. Frantically, she fucked her finger in and out of his asshole.

She watched the slick shaft slip out of her mouth, then grind back. Again she watched it withdraw, pulling back until only the head was embedded. He was coming. She could feel it inching up from his balls in the palm of her hand, growing stronger, forming a knot at the root of the meat in her face.

He gurgled something unintelligible, and then suddenly threw his legs back. His weight came down on her as he ground his giant prick into her throat.

Carrie gulped the first glob of cum. She worked her throat muscles, coaxing the juice from his cock. She was being smothered, choked on the outside by his weight, and by the cum in her throat. But she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the thick juice pouring into her mouth, coating her throat all the way down to her belly in streams of thick, hot cum.

"Don't stop!" she cried as the dick in her mouth stopped creaming.

Darren pumped faster, jerking his meat in and out, trying to spew another load. But his cock seemed to be momentarily fucked out. It began to grow limp, to hang from her mouth.

Carrie sucked with all her might. Working her middle finger high in his rectum, gyrating her ass, her pussy, she greedily drank the hot cum as electric shocks raced up her spine. She was on fire. Her pussy wanted some.

"Fuck me, Darren! Your cock is still hard enough! Fuck me with it!"

Darren slipped his prick from her mouth with a soft, popping sound. Cum oozed down her chin. "No way," he moaned, flopping onto his back. "I'm beat."

"You prick!" she hissed. "I didn't get a come!"