Bob Wallace - Hot naughty wife

Mustering what sanity she had left, she gasped, then released him, pulling away. "Your fingers are soaked," she panted. "Soaked with my pussy juice."

Tim, dazed with passion, looked at his fingers. It was true! Warm, milky cunt-cream covered his fingers and hand. He locked up, his eyes glassy. He couldn't speak.

She smiled wickedly, then paraded around the room flaunting her naked body. His eyes told her she wasn't over the hill. She modeled for him, striking lewd poses that made him crazy. "You like looking at me?"

He nodded, his voice lost somewhere in his throat.

"I'm not too old?" She hefted her tits, needing his approval. The vision of her younger sister seducing Ray burned in her head. She turned around, presenting him with a view of her ass. "You like my ass?" She bent over, tits dangling, and spread her legs.

Tim gawked. His eyes flowed up her long legs and fused to the meat of her pussy, red, wet, and exposed. His cock felt as if it were going to bust inside his pants.

"Let's go to bed," he blurted out in a hoarse voice.

Gretchen straightened up and walked slowly back to Tim. She dropped to her knees in front of him. Silently, as he watched, she worked her hand over the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmm, it feels nice and hard."

"Take it out," he groaned, squirming.

"I am, Tim," she purred, more confident now. She had his zipper open and her hand fished inside, gripping the hard hot shaft of his raging hard-on.

Tim grunted, squirming on the sofa. He jerked up as Gretchen hauled out his cock. His eyes fell to his groin. Her hand was wrapped around the thickness of his shaft, her blonde hair hiding her face from view.

"Ummm, it looks delicious." She worked the thin skin of his cock up and down the throbbing muscle of his blood-gorged shaft. "Does it feel good?" She squeezed.

"Aghhh," he moaned, his back stiffening, his legs jerking out straight.

"Would you like me to suck it?" She was captivated with his bloated dickhead. Squeezing the shaft, she enjoyed the way his pisser opened as if it were breathing.

"Yeahhhh! Suck it! Suck it!" She had him crazy. He couldn't sit still. He reached down and frantically tried to get her mouth on his prick.

"In time," she cooed, in complete control of the situation. "Let's get you out of your clothes first." She had his belt open and was pulling down his pants as she talked. "I like to see all the meat I'm going to eat."

Jerking, Tim helped, lifting his ass as the swooped off his pants and shorts. He tore at his jacket and shirt, hurling them to the floor as she finished taking off his pants.

"Now you're just like me," she hummed when he was finally stripped. "Lean back and relax."

Tim gasped in air as she began to caress and kiss his thighs.

She started easy, sending light caresses with the tips of her fingers over his thighs and up to the cement hardness of his gut. She kept her eyes focused on his prick, her tongue fucking out in anticipation of licking the beautiful piece of cock meat.

"Suck it," he pleaded. Her torture was becoming unbearable. He jerked, his long cock swaying back and forth through her blonde hair.

"I will," she teased, enjoying the game. She spread his legs wide and cupped his heavy cum-filled nuts. "I'll bet you've got a load in here."

Tim groaned in desperation.

She swished her long blonde hair over his groin and cock. Her mouth was directly over his red, glistening cockhead.

"Do it!" He could feel her hot breath on his prick. "Please! Do it!"

Gretchen's tongue flashed out, swiping over his cockhead. She did it again, a wet whip of pleasure.

"Pleeeease!"

Gretchen obliged at last. She enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth, closed her lips tight, and sucked. Cheeks drawn in, tongue flashing, she made the bellboy groan in agony. His grunts and low moans were music to her ears.

Tim jerked up, but was unable to bury his prick to the root. He growled, her teeth sinking into his cockshaft, stopping him in the first moment of his upward lunge. Gasping, he dropped back, twitching as her tongue continued to beat against the sensitive head of his prick.

Gretchen was enthralled. She gripped the base of his prick, held it tight in her fist and squeezed. Tim moaned in pleasure. She released her teeth. Warm saliva dripped from her mouth down his shaft to her fingers. Gently, she eased the head of his cock along the roof of her mouth. Her tongue slapped wildly across the sensitive underside of his throbbing prickshaft.

Tim squirmed. His hands curled into fists. "Jesus," he growled. His cock was caught in the heated wetness of her mouth. "Ohhh, God!" His balls felt as if they were on fire. His prick throbbed in rhythm to the slashing fury of her tongue.

Gretchen was totally absorbed in giving the young man the blow-job of his life. She released her grip on the base of his cock and swallowed his whole prick. Taking the length of his cock into her throat, she stopped when his cock hair tickled her lips.

Tim jerked and moaned, his prick buried. His hips twitched and his face screwed up in torturous pleasure. She was fantastic. He felt the pressure mounting in his balls and he knew he couldn't hold out. Her moan was low, filled with anguish. He didn't want it to end in her mouth – he wanted to fuck her.

Gretchen slowly dragged her teeth up the length of his prickshaft as his groaning voice pleased her. She slipped her mouth off his cock. Bright blue eyes glazed with lust, she stared into the young man's mask of agony.

"Did you like that?" Her words were puffs of air.

Tim moaned, dazed, his head reeling.

"I had to stop. You were going to flood my mouth with cum." She stood up. "I don't want you to come yet. Do you mind?"

He was her slave. His halls ached and the pressure they were creating pounded behind his eyes. He stared at her lush, naked body, wondering if it were all a dream. The memory of her hot sucking mouth told him it was real, fantastically real.

"You ever eat pussy?" she asked, her words penetrating the dense sexual fog of his mind.

"Yeah," he rasped, his voice sounding strange to his ears.

"I hope you're good at it." She took two steps back and plopped on the bed. "You ready to eat me?"

Tim stood on wobbly legs, his spit-soaked cock jutting out a mile. "Whenever you want."

"Good." She scrambled back on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Chew me up."

Tim climbed on the bed between her long, outstretched legs. His eyes found the inviting red gash of her pussy.

Gretchen was in a world of her own. She writhed on the bed, her hands frantically skimming down her tingling flesh. "Lick me, Tim. Then fuck the hell out of me." Her hands roamed to her dripping pussy, the long fingers parting the puffy folds, exposing the inner hole to Tim's ogling gaze.

"Oh, Tim. Tongue me!" She rotated her hips in a quick circle. "Tongue-fuck meet!"

Tim brought his mouth to her steamy cunt and fused his lips to the seeping pussy hole.

"Aghhhh," she cried out. The contact was exquisite!

With the heat of her pussy against his mouth, Tim became an animal. His hands gouged her rocking hips, clawing under and grabbing the meat of her ass. His mouth became a storm. He sucked the loose, velvety folds of her pussy into his mouth. He chewed the delicate meat as she thrashed on the bed.

"Inside! Inside!" she screamed. "Shove your tongue in me!"

Tim ignored her pleas. He chewed, his teeth on her cunt becoming more demanding. Her screams of pleasure told him he was in control. It swelled his mind with power. He was a beast feasting on the juiciest, tenderest meal of his life.

Gretchen's eyes floated into her skull as she tried to fix her gaze on the ceiling. It was impossible. She humped, felt his teeth, then whimpered like a baby as the pleasure of his mouth swept over her.