Victoria Parker - Balling eager wife

"Oh, God, honey," Dave moaned. "This feels so Goddamn good!"

Her mouth was open, her tongue a blur of movement in her mouth as their eyes met in the mirror. Dave looked down at her jacking hand.

Creases of pleasure lined his forehead. "God, baby, I'm gonna get it!" he gasped. "Go on, come and… get it!" she encouraged. He choked, gasped. His body stiffened. He sucked in his breath. It caught in his throat. He groaned loudly.

"Oooooooo, ooooooooh, oooooooh, Anne!" he sobbed.

His cock erupted. A thick, steady stream of cock cream arched from his prick and splashed all over the sink, the mirror, the faucet.

Anne's hand worked faster harder, jerking his load out with precision.

He sobbed, gulped, panted, gasped with exquisite joy. "Aw, mmmmmm, whoo, Anne! Honey! Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhh!"

His cock creamed, shooting out a huge load of thick fuckjuice. Anne's hand pumped faster, becoming a jacking, jerking blur.

"Oh, honey… Goddamn… shit… oh shit!" he babbled, the jizz still spurting from the bulging cockhead of his incredible hard-on.

Anne watched herself give him a dandy handjob, watched as the cum slushed from his prick and splattered all over the mirror and sink. She brought the lovesick man over the edge of glorious orgasm.

His whole body shuddered and shook. It was almost as if an electric jolt had been shot through him. And indeed it had… that electric jolt of divine pleasure.

"Uh, huh, uh, whuff, whuff, whuff," he puffed, trying to catch his breath. "Darling, darling!"

"God, you sure squirted your cookies, baby," Anne whispered.

"For you… all that stuff is for you, Anne," he breathed.

Her hand had stopped its wild jim-jam on his prick. Her fingers dripped with strings of white fuck cream. She slicked up slowly, squeezing out the final drop of his magnificent squirt-off.

Dave fell, panting, back against the bathroom wall. His cock squirted a final slick shot of fuck cream that spilled to the floor.

"Oh, jeez, baby… that was so damn good," he whimpered happily, huskily. "You know what to do. You know how to make a man feel good. No, you know how to make a man feel wonderful and fantastic."

"I know how to love," she said.

"Yes, yes you do, darling. You certainly do," Dave cried.

He fell to his knees and waddled across the room to Anne. He slid his hands along her nyloned legs, feeling the fine taper and line.

His tongue licked the creamy white lushness of her skin above the nylons. He licked the garters. He kissed her lovely thighs passionately, his lips open, his mouth like a wet, slobbering puppy's.

He turned Anne sideways so she could look in the mirror and see him on his knees, see him licking, kissing, loving her thighs.

Then, suddenly, he pressed his mouth to her panties, hungrily licked at the soft mound of her crotch.

"Mmm," Anne mumbled.

His tongue was wet and wild as he punched it into Anne's pussy-packed pink panties.

"Oh, God, baby," he panted, moaning while he licked salaciously at her panties.

His hands went behind her. He clapped them to the thrilling cheeks of her sweet, fabulous ass. His fingers pinched the smooth softness, clutching, feeling, cupping the curve of her incredible ass.

"Lick my panties, honey," Anne whispered, urging the hot lover on, teasing him, intriguing him.

He loved it, loved her when she talked to him like this.

"Mmmm, mmmm," he burbled, his tongue swiping and slurping at her crotch.

His tongue wagged furiously. He had the panties soaking, spit-wet. His hands kept probing the marvelous expanse of ha ass.

Suddenly he was chewing her panties, sucking her pink undies into his mouth along with the muffy brown pussy underneath. He crunched lovingly.

"Yeah, suck my panties, baby," Anne whimpered, liking his intensity, his adoring ardor.

"Mmmm, uh, uh, whew," Dave panted, still, slapping his tongue tantalizingly at her panties.

"Suck my panties!" she repeated. "But not too long."

Dave thumbed the elastic top of her pink panties, peeled them slowly down her curved hips. He reached behind, tucked his hand into the back of the panties, and rolled them down onto her thighs.

He stared at her beautiful cunt. Her pussy looked like a huge Mars Bar, so sweet, so delicious, so inviting.

"Oh, darling," he whimpered in heated admiration and adoration.

His hands played up her hips, he licked her garter-straps, his tongue lightly touching the white stretched spandex. His hands crawled behind Anne.

He lightly palmed her magnificent ass, so smooth… like satin. He cupped each lovely asscheek, his fingers pressing into the pliant eggshell smoothness of her flesh.

His tongue skidded over her lush thighs, then he muffed his face into her pussy. His tongue slithered up and down her wet cunt-slit.

"Phew, mmmmm," Anne murmured, feeling his tongue slick her cunt with all the subtlety of a wet feather.

He clasped her ass tighter. He opened his mouth and kissed, her cunt, kissed hotly, longingly, lovingly, and then sucked her sweet pussy into his mouth.

He chewed and munched tenderly on her pussy.

Anne watched him intently in the mirror, liking the wag of his head. His sucking, puckered lips were like a plunger pulling on her rich carpet of cunt hair, her soft pussy-lips.

He bit and chewed softly.

Anne moaned lightly. She spread her legs wider to accommodate his wild sucking. She put her hands on his shoulders, moved one hand to the back of his neck, and pressed in lightly, pushing his face tighter to her cunt.

Dave's tongue slacked and swapped, snaked and snacked, up and down the slit of her pussy as he sucked.

He finally took a breath and panted, "I love your pussy, Anne. It tastes so delicious, so good. I could dine on it all day."

"I wish you would," she whispered. "Suck it. Suck my pussy for me."

And he did. He sucked wildly, furiously, his tongue like a hungry dog's lapping in a water bowl.

Slap, smack, slurp, squish!

He slurped her pussy as his hands fondled every inch of her marvelous ass.

"Ah, whew… yeah, baby… like that. Suck like that," Anne gulped.

Oh, how Dave loved this beautiful woman. He managed to glance in the mirror as he munched her tasty cunt.

Anne's gorgeous face was reflected back to him. Crinkles of passion creased her face. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue bled out the corner of her lips, and she bit it lightly.

This was ecstasy at heavenly heights. Anne took her big C-tits out of the bra cups and set them up over the top of the merry widow. They looked like scoops of delicious vanilla ice cream.

She took one hand and rubbed the palm over the erect nipples. Dave found her clit and bit lightly, gnawing the pleasure-button lovingly.

"Ah, yeah, yeah, baby. That's it," Anne whispered.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, bit lightly, then tongued wildly.

Anne shuddered, trembled.

Dave clutched her ass tightly. His mouth was like a suction cup.

"Oh, honey!" Anne gasped. "I'm gettin' it! I'm cummin'!"

Dave worked furiously to bring her to the most satisfying climax he possibly could.

Anne felt the tingling vibration start slowly, then pick up speed. What a feeling, what pleasure. Her whole body convulsed in a glorious blat of pleasure.

She was jerked forward at the waist by the sensation that flowed through her. She grabbed Dave's shoulders for balance. A splendid fickle consumed her.

Dave gulped her pussy and twiddled her clit with his expert tongue.

Anne shook through a humdinger of an orgasm.

"Ooof, mmmmm, uh, uh, ooooh, baby!" she cried.

Dave's cock had risen to another erection, hard and stiff as a hammer-handle. He worked hard to bring her to the top of her climax.

She finally fell back against the bathroom sink, her hand catching the edge for balance.