Bob Wallace - Hot horny housewife

"Yeah, baby," he groaned, his voice laced with desire.

"You've excited me ever since Hank and I moved into this nice quiet neighborhood." She squirmed out of his arms. "You want to strip me or would you prefer to watch? I always like to please."

"You do it," Craig groaned. He was going to enjoy himself, and what better way to start than by watching his sexy neighbor give him a strip show. He plopped on the sofa. "Anytime you're ready."

"I'm always ready," Carol cooed. "Hank will tell you that." She stood in the center of the living room, swaying on her feet. She kicked off her heels, her green eyes glowing, fixed on Craig's lust-etched face.

Craig's prick ached in his pants. He rubbed his crotch, his eyes on the jiggling flesh of Carol's tits, which were still hidden by her tight dress.

"The way you're looking at me makes me cream," she sighed. She reached behind herself and pulled the zipper down. "You ready?"

Craig nodded, his mouth dry. "Take it off."

Carol dropped her arms. She flicked her shoulders and hips. The silky red dress seemed to melt from her body, ending up in a puddle at her feet. She saw Craig's eyes pop.

"You like that?"

Craig feasted his smoky gray eyes on Carol's lush body. A black lace bra and matching panties hid the obvious delights of her gorgeous body. She had long legs, full hips, a narrow willowy waist, and large overripe tits that almost spilled from the lacy confines of her bra. She had a sexy face that held the promise of untold pleasures and thick blonde hair that fell about her face and shoulders. Green eyes glowed hotly, and her mouth was full. He imagined her ripe red lips around his cock. A spasm ripped through his gut.

"I like the way your looking at me," she sighed. She rolled her hips. "Hank says I'm a time bomb that goes off every few minutes when we're having sex."

"I can believe it," Craig groaned, his eyes on her lewdly rotating hips.

Carol shivered, her eyes rolling into her skull. "Ohhhh, Craig. I just climaxed." She shivered again. "See what I mean? I can't stop creaming." She swayed, then fell to her knees. "Let's see your cock."

Craig was overwhelmed by Carol's lust. He had never met anyone like her. She was an animal.

"Oooooo, look at that bulge!" She crawled between his legs, rubbing the hard lump in his pants. "God, it feels good."

"Take it out," Craig moaned.

Drooling, Carol fumbled with his zipper. "I'm dying to see it," she gasped. "I always cream when I get a new cock in my hands."

Craig watched. His throat was tight, dry. He stared at her hands working frantically on his belt and pants.

"Unnnnn," she moaned, spit caught in her throat. She had his zipper down, his belt and pants open. Her anxious hand groped inside his shorts, quickly finding the object of her desire.

"Aghhhhh," Craig growled as her hand grabbed hold of his cock and lugged it out. Her fingers were like a hot vise.

"Oooooo, Craig." She stroked his prick. "Ummmm, it's gorgeous! Damn, I'm creaming my panties again." Shivery orgasms, like tiny explosions, rippled through her overheated pussy.

Craig's face screwed up in lust. Her fingers, clamped tight to his shaft, squeezed, stirring the jizz rumbling in his balls.

The crotch of her black lace panties was soaked with hot frothy pussy-cream. She yanked on his pants and shorts, pulling them down over his knees. She leaned back.

"Lift your feet."

Craig obeyed, his eyes devouring her as she whisked his pants and shorts over his shoes. His prick jutted up from his groin, hard and throbbing with passion. His nuts hung like heavy weights beneath his towering shaft.

Carol's eyes took on a new and more exciting glow. "You've got a beautiful prick, Craig," she mewled. "I'm gonna gobble it up and see how good you taste." She tore her eyes away from Craig's prick and stared into his face. "Hank says I give the best blow-job he's ever had, and he's had a lot of women." She winked. "I hope Eileen is good with her mouth."

Beneath his surging passion, Craig grimaced. "She's terrific," he said. "He won't be disappointed."

"I'm glad," Carol sighed as she brought her hands back to Craig's long, stiff hard-on, "because I'm going to have a ball with you." She smiled hotly at him. "Sometimes, when we do this, one of us gets a klinker who's a deadbeat in bed. It ruins it for both of us."

"I know what you mean," Craig said, acting more sophisticated than he was. Her hands on his prick were turning his brain to mush. He didn't care about Hank, or Eileen. His only concern was the stacked, sexy blonde between his legs.

Carol stared hungrily at Craig's prick. The time for talk was over. She brought her head to his cock. Extending her tongue, she slithered it up the hairy sac that held his cum crammed balls. The texture was rough against her tongue and the contact made her cream again.

"Aghhhh," Craig groaned. He lunged up, his cock spearing the air.

"Ummmmm, you are anxious!"

She slapped her tongue over his balls again, soaking the swollen nut-sac with warm spit. With his balls soaked, she slithered her tongue up the length of his prick. She did it again, thrilled with the throbbing beat of his shaft against her sensitive tongue.

"Suck it," Craig groaned. Her tongue was driving him crazy. "Suck it!" He jabbed up, trying to capture her mouth, but failed.

"Twill," Carol hummed. "I like to work up to it." She scratched her nails along his thickly muscles thighs. A hot sultry smile played on her wet mouth.

Craig, his balls on fire, his head reeling, reached for her. "Suck it!"

A light sexy laugh escaped Carol's open mouth and she leaned back, away from his grasping hands. She grabbed his prick. "Settle back and relax. You'll like my way the best. Take my word for it. I've never had a complaint."

Craig sank back into the softness of the couch. He believed her. "Go ahead. Do what you want."

"I usually do," she giggled. She came back between his legs, scratched her nails along his taut gut, up his thighs, and across his balls. She watched as his prick twitched.

Craig groaned, squirming on the couch as she clawed his flesh. He gritted his teeth. His prick felt as if it were going to explode!

Carol brought her mouth to his cock. Using her teeth, she dragged her mouth up and down the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock. She chewed him hungrily, thriving on his agony. She sucked and chewed his prick until it felt like a piece of hot steel against her lips.

Craig balled his fists. His gut felt like cement. The blonde bitch was driving him mad!

Carol opened her mouth and looked up at Craig's hard, passion-lined face and fiery gray eyes. "You want me to suck you now?" she purred. "You want me to swallow your cock?"

Numb, his heart thumping in his throat, he nodded.

"I can take it all," she bragged. "Can. Eileen?"

Craig moaned. Right now, he didn't give a shit about Eileen. He needed the blonde bitch's mouth.

"Hank will find out, huh?" Carol winked, licked her lips, then went back to Craig's hard, towering cock.

Somewhere in Craig's lust-sopped brain, a pang of jealousy touched him. Right now, he figured, Eileen would be doing the same thing to Hank. He buried his annoying thoughts under a ton of passion.

Carol hovered over Craig's prick. She opened her mouth, slipped the head of his cock between her greedy lips. She stopped with only Craig's cockhead in her hot, anxious mouth.

Craig's prick seemed to swell even larger, stretching the thin skin around his blood engorged shaft to the bursting point. He jabbed and screamed in passion as Carol's teeth sank into his shaft.

Carol popped her mouth off his prick. She loved tormenting him. "Don't move. You'll enjoy my mouth more."

Craig didn't know how he was going to do that, but he nodded, willing to try.