Marvin Cox: Swinging secretary

Greg hammered brutally until he emptied his thick steaming load into the back of her cunt. And even after his muscles burned from exhaustion, he continued jabbing in and out of her exploding hole, feeling his jism slosh around inside her pussy hole. Thick streams oozed from the opening, gluing his nuts to her flesh, others gushing into the crack of her ass.

Sara experienced one long, almost painful, storm of release, her orgasm hitting new peaks each time his dick slammed forward. His cockhead brought the last of his squirting juice to the back of her cunt, causing her back to arch, her heart to almost pound out of her chest.

For several moments there was no need for words. The sweet, satisfying throbs in their loins was the only communication necessary. Each felt a part of the other, their bodies mixing, fusing into one writhing mass of pleasure.

"Oh Jesus, I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years," Greg said finally, lying on his back. "I think I fucked my brains into your pussy."

"You go ahead and sleep," Sara urged. "I still haven't gotten enough of you. I'll suck you to sleep."

"Ah, that sounds nice," Greg murmured, his voice already thick with drowsiness. He spread his legs and pushed her head down, flinching as her lips trailed a wet path over his chest and belly. When her lips were pushed into his bushy growth of crotch hair, his grip relaxed. "Oh so nice…" he whispered, his voice finally dropping to a soft grunt.

Sara squeezed between his legs and held his cock with both hands, watching it as the shaft began to shrink. A small oozing wad of cum slowly seeped from his cum hole, rolling down to his loose foreskin. She licked it with the tip of her tongue and pulled her head back, creating a web-like strand of milky juice that glistened in the soft light. Pursing her lips together, she leaned forward, lapping the web of jism into her mouth, shivering as it burned into the back of her throat.

"Delicious!" she whispered, inching her mouth around the purplish knob of his cock.

When she slipped it over the roof of her mouth, she felt it throb, balloon to life. She gave a low throaty moan, slowly grinding her lips around his limp shaft, pulling more of his prick inside her.

"Oh, Sara," Greg moaned, half-asleep yet fully aware of what was going on. "Suck me all night! God, I'd love to wake up and see you there with my cock in your mouth. Will you do that? Will you eat my dick for the rest of the night?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," Sara answered, her nose buried in his wiry patch of crotch hair. She pursed her lips and lifted her head, squeezing her mouth around his now rock-hard shaft. When his cockhead pulsated between her teeth, she spoke softly. "I'll suck you all night. I'll eat your cum and drink it down. Anything for you, Greg. Anything!"

For the next several moments, she bobbed her head up and down slowly, not wanting to wake him, but still wanting to give his dreams the best pleasure possible. Finally, however, she couldn't take the torture any longer, and she began eating furiously, lapping her mouth around his prick like a starving animal. She heard him groan, felt the vibrations of his quickening heartbeat, his body tightening.

She no longer cared if he were asleep or awake. The only thing that mattered was the delicious flavor of his churning jism. Already she could, smell the steam as the thick creamy load bubbled inside his balls. Only a few seconds longer and [missing text].

When the hard, pulsating masses of juice squirted into her throat, she gurgled a muffled moan, her entire body rocking with delicious pleasure. She sucked and pulled with every ounce of strength she could muster, concentrating on one thing only – getting every golden drop of his cum, to wallow it around on her tongue and gulp it down.

Finally, she sucked him completely dry and pulled her mouth away, her gasping breath hot in his crotch hairs. She licked his nuts and his belly, completely wetting his torso. Then as her pleasure subsided, she closed her eyes and sank her lips around his rubbery shaft. She inhaled deeply and blocked out every other thought except the taste of his cock, the rich aroma of his body.

And then she slept, never moving her mouth for even a second.

Greg woke up to a sharp spasm of pleasure. He looked down and saw Sara's mouth working on his prick even in her sleep. Her lips were pursed tightly around the half-hard shaft, her tongue hot and wet around his foreskin.

"Oh yes," he murmured as he spread his legs a little wider. He held the back of her head with both hands and thrust his hips upward, crushing her face fully into his crotch. "Just like this!" he gasped. "Start the day with a good suck!"

Sara's eyes fluttered open when she felt the pressure in the back of her throat. Momentarily confused, she looked into the dark patch of hair, trying to focus. The rubbery texture of Greg's cockhead was now nudging past her tonsils, filling the back of her throat. When she finally remembered the night before, she shivered, her pleasure beginning to mount. And although her jaws ached from having sucked him all night, she was more than eager to please him again.

"You ready for some hot cream to eat for breakfast?" Greg asked, draping his legs over her shoulders and locking his ankles together, at the small of her back. He rolled to his side and began pumping his hips back and forth, driving his dick into her throat with quick punches. "Goddamn, the way I feel, you might even have enough for lunch!"

Sara pushed her fingers between his thighs and clutched his cum-filled nuts. When the hairy surface touched her palms, the effect was immediate, like an electric shock for them both.

"Milk me, baby," Greg groaned, flipping her to her back suddenly, supporting his weight with his arms. He looked down and watched his cock disappear into her mouth. "God, that's good! Just keep sucking!"

Sara couldn't believe how hot her pussy had become. She'd only been sucking for a few minutes and now her cunt was churning with an ache that could only be satisfied by a thick load of his squirting jism. She began bobbing her head up and downs at a furious pace, her hunger almost unbearable. Suddenly she spit his prick out and bit down on the taut flesh of his crotch.

"Fuck me in the mouth," she begged. "Ram your cock in like my face is a pussy! Fuck me hard! God, Greg, give it to me! I… need it!"

Greg worked his prick back between her lips and thrust forward with all his weight. When the base of his shaft was crammed between her lips, he jerked upward until his cockhead was just inside her teeth. He held himself there for a couple of seconds before ramming his meat back in. He lowered his torso slightly, supporting himself with his elbows, and bent his knees, slipping them up to her armpits. Now that she was totally engulfed in his hard, hairy body, he began hammering his dick in and out with brutal savagery.

Sara gave a muffled cry of surprise that soon turned into one of pure, hungry ecstasy. His prick was jamming in and out with delicious speed, slipping fully into the back of her throat. His huge balls were crawling up and down her neck, the vibrations of his nuts tickling her skin.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, darting her fingertips into the crack of his shitter, feeling it pucker around her nails.

"Suck it, you cocksucker!" Greg moaned, fucking her mouth for all he was worth. "Take my big dick into your cock-loving throat and eat me! Suck, you whore, suck!"

Sara had little choice in the matter. He was now driving his crotch against her face like a sex-crazed animal. All she had to do was keep her mouth wide open, letting the hard, pulsating shaft dig in and out. She increased the pressure of her fingers, poking them into his tiny shitter, feeling the greasy warmth surround them, pull like a mouth.