Carl Ross - Hot lips secretary

They were bouncing on the bed as though they were on a trampoline, his prick devouring her juicy, pink cunt.

Susan already felt her juices trickling down out of her pussy again as she peeked through the keyhole.

She quickly slipped off her panties, and slid the third finger of her right hand deep inside her pussy and massaged her clit and twirled it around her squishy cunt as she watched through the keyhole.

Her arms were covered with goose pimples and her legs quivered as she kneeled and thought she would black out from the ecstasy that she felt.

Freddie began to quiver frantically as his head went jerking back. He screamed loudly as he stared, eyes clenched, his mouth wide open as if ib a yawn, facing the ceiling. His back was arched and tensed and his loins drove forward into Gloria in one violent, ramming drive which sent her several inches back on the bed, and his cum shot up into her pussy in a burst of thundering finality.

Gloria hugged Freddie's thighs with her legs, crushing him to her, and worked with him as he came. She pumped his ass with her locked ankles, shoving him deeper into her.

Freddie's cum was so plentiful and so thick that Susan could see it oozing around his shaft every time he pulled it out on the backstroke. He was stroking Gloria once more after that first, tremendous shot.

Then Susan concentrated on herself. Her finger circled that hot clit of hers, all slippery and gooey and tingling with hot flashes of aching rapture.

She didn't have to work long, because she was so excited and so horny that her nerves were on edge and she was a prime candidate for another climax.

It came with astounding speed and strenuous, cunt-wringing spasms. She looked down and saw her belly rippling in waves of involuntary convulsions. She had to lie back on the floor to avoid passing out completely.

The room was all blurry and the ceiling melted right in the walls as she fingered herself over and over, caught up in the maelstrom of yet another delicious come.

Freddie and Gloria were quiet in the next room now, so Susan was careful not to make any noise. She didn't want them to know she was even home. She was anxious to continue watching them and so she lay on the floor for some time. She wanted to hear the bedsprings again before she dared to move.

After several minutes, she began to hear rustlings once more in Freddie's room. Gloria was talking, but her voice was too low so Susan couldn't hear what was being said.

When she looked through the keyhole again, she saw a whole new scene. Gloria was bending over Freddie's prostrate body, running her tongue quickly up and down his sides, along his ribs and into the upper part of his loins.

He was lying there quietly, but Susan could see the twitch in his face, and the look of delight and contentment there.

Gloria was very adept at what she was doing, and Susan wondered where she had learned it. But now I'm beginning to sound like Ronnie, she told herself. Maybe she's never done this before, but just likes it and does it well.

Gloria's long dark hair hung down around her face as she licked, and it brushed against Freddie's body like a feather duster, arousing him even more.

She licked across his belly and up the other side, over that sensitive spot, just at the front of his armpits, then burrowing into his neck and up into his ear.

She worked quickly, fucking her tongue in butterfly strokes, just tingling him enough to arouse him and set his cock on fire.

That ramrod of a prick which Susan had an excellent view of now stood up straight, pointing to the light in the ceiling. It reminded her of an oversized nightstick like her father, a retired policeman, used to wear to work.

Gloria was running her fingers aver Freddie now, working them in conjunction with her tongue, and he was beginning to squirm and moan softly, amused and tantalized by her beguiling tongue.

Gloria was infatuated with Freddie's flesh. She thought of his body as a symphony orchestra. She was the leader and it was her job to make it come alive, all parts working together to make beautiful music.

That was her goal tonight – to make beautiful music with Freddie. She wanted to make his body sing, to make it soar to the heights and come to a crashing finale that would bring the house down.

In this case, the house consisted of only herself and Freddie… she thought. There was no telling what her reaction might have been if she'd known that every lick she made on Freddie was being observed by his sister.

Since she didn't know it, she was completely relaxed and full of youthful passion and a hunger to arouse and stimulate her boyfriend to the limits of his sexual potential.

Her tongue roved lower and lower, down into that sweet, soft, smooth flesh below his navel. The closer she got, the hotter he got, and the more he moaned and pleaded with her to take his cock in her mouth.

She continued playing with him, however, and licked down over his thighs, on the outside, raising his leg and licking around the back of his thigh, almost down onto his ass cheek. Then quickly she went up the inside of his thigh and, still holding his leg in the air, got up on her knees and licked him right up to his knee.

Then she lowered his leg to the bed once more, and licked down into his crotch and lathered his hair all around his cock. She let the saliva run freely from her mouth and his hair became matted and kinky and almost as though it was cum-soaked.

She licked around the top of his cock, down into his crotch on the other side, and continued now, in a slower pace, to his balls.

Then Gloria lay down on her belly, her head buried deep in his crotch, and picked up his balls and sucked them softly with tender caresses, taking both of them deeply into her mouth and sucking in a soft, plunging motion, inside her soft lips, then out almost all the way, then back in, then in, then out.

"Oh, Gloria, you're gonna get me off before you even get it in your mouth!" he said, his voice creaky and almost choking. "Please take me! I need it!"

But she wasn't ready yet. Her tongue licked in little circles around the base of his cock and she took it, that whole, meaty, throbbing shaft, and held it close to his body, pressing it against his belly, holding it by the tip. She started at his balls and with one long, wide, soft swipe, she ran her tongue, just like a cat taking a bath, right up the underside of his cock from bottom to top.

When she finished that first swipe, she went back and did it again, and again, and again.

All this time the fingers of her other hand were softly stroking over his loins and down along the inside of his legs on all his sensitive spats.

By this time, Gloria knew she could not tease and play with Freddie much longer. He was getting much too hot so she quit fooling around and began the final chorus of her "concert". She flicked her tongue up his shaft to that big purple plum of a cockhead and lowered her lips over it.

Slowly and sensuously she worked, making his belly churn with anticipation and exquisite pleasure. She placed her lips firmly around his cock, gliding them smoothly over the soft, shiny flesh. Then she made his whole, pounding shaft disappear into her mouth in one delicious gulp.

Down went her head as she devoured his prick inside her warm mouth, swallowing it and making it hers. Her head twisted and turned as she sucked him, rubbing her lips firmly along the entire rigid length of his shaft and drawing it up into her head with the strongest suction she could apply.

"Uuuggh, that's beautiful," Freddie groaned. "It's just beautiful! Don't stopl"

Gloria didn't stop. She had no intention of even slowing down. She was going all the way with him, and she had not a qualm in the world about swallowing his cum, either.