Bob Wallace - Eager wild wife

Tiffany lifted, wiggled, slammed down. Larry's cock was quickly gobbled up by her pussy. "Unnnn," she moaned, her head snapping back. "I gotcha!"

Larry roared. His cock was fucked in to the balls. Hot cunt muscles milked his cock shaft. Sticky pussy juice bathed his prick, dribbled out over his balls. "Baby! Goddamn!" He grabbed her hips, began the hard fuck-thrusts that would take her into an intense orgasm.

Tiffany soared to the peak. It was unbelievable. She was there, ready to explode. Her eyes glowed. There was nothing she could do about it.

"I'm cumming! Holy shit! I'm cumming!" She went berserk. She thrashed on his cock as if it were a hot poker. Humping, twisting, her tits slapping in his face, Tiffany creamed.

Larry was holding her jerking bucking body. The hot juice in her cunt seared his prick. The flames licked down into his balls. Her passion enveloped him quickly, and he followed her into a blasting climax.

"I'm cumming." His voice joined hers. Hot cum sprayed from his pisser, drenching her fuck hole. One thick wad after another splattered deep in Tiffany's pussy. "I'm creaming. Aghhhhh!"

The hot cum squirting from his cock catapulted her into another mind-blowing orgasm. She fell forward, buried his face in tit meat. She rocked, swayed, almost toppling from his prick as her orgasms overwhelmed her.

"Ayieeeee!" she screeched.

Larry held her, keeping her impaled on his cum-spurting prick. Keeping her in place with his powerful hands, he fucked his exploding cock into her hot creaming body.

They fucked wildly on the sofa. Tiffany ground her cunt into his hard groin, her clit raw. Larry humped, bombarding her soft squishy cunt with lightning stabs of his cock. Their moans blended, their cum mixed in her hot cock-gulping cunt.

Tiffany arched her back. Her eyes rolled into her head. The room was spinning. Her head snapped forward. Black hair whipped across her scarlet face. "Larry! Larry! Oooooo, I'm dying… ooooooo!"

Larry groaned and fucked his prick into her writhing pussy. "Baby!" he roared. "Damn hot… wet!" His fingers tightened on her hips. "Aghhhhhh!"

"Larry!" She went into wild contortions, then collapsed, covering his face with her tits.

Gasping for air, Larry finished fucking, emptying his load of jizz into her cunt hole. He turned his head, sucking air into his lungs.

Tiffany giggled. "I went off like a bomb."

"So did I," Larry said, holding the soft sensuous woman on his cock. "So did I."

Bart came through the door, stopped in his tracks. "Well, I'll be a Goddamn…" His face broke into a broad horny grin. His eyes quickly found Tiffany's gorgeous ass. "Damn!"

Dreamy-eyed, Tiffany turned her head and smiled drunkenly at Bart. "Hi," she giggled. "I was just getting acquainted with your brother."

"I can see that," Bart said. He waved to his brother. "I told you she was dynamite."

His spent cock still buried inside Tiffany's pussy, Larry grinned. "She's better than dynamite, Bart."

Tiffany squirmed on Larry's cock. "You two guys will give me a swelled head." She saw Bart pull out a bottle of rum from the desk drawer. "How about a drink for me?"

"Me too," Larry said. "I worked up a real thirst fucking this bitch."

Bart poured the drinks into three paper cups. "I'm not a waiter. You'll have to come and get them."

"Unnnn," Tiffany moaned as she eased her pussy off Larry's cock. She fell back on the sofa, legs spread, cum oozing from her cunt. "I think I'm all fucked out."

Bare from the waist down, Larry pulled himself up. His cock, limp and sticky, was still a formidable sight, lying against his thick thigh like a giant sleeping snake. "It would take more than one fuck to tire you out," Larry said, joining his brother at the desk.

"C'mon," Bart said. He leered hungrily at Tiffany's naked body. An image of her gorgeous ass was etched in his brain. "Have a drink."

Tiffany moaned as she pulled herself to her feet. "I'm weak." She strolled over to the desk. Being naked in the presence of two men was a blast, an exciting change of pace.

She perched her bare ass on the corner of the desk and took the paper cup filled with rum. "Mmmmm, it gets my blood stirring again." She gave the two brothers a sexy smile.

Bart rubbed her thigh. "I hope you can stick around for a while," he said, sipping the potent rum.

"I'm in no rush," she said. Larry was rubbing her other leg and she reveled in the attention of the two detectives.

"You're getting me hot again," she sighed. She leaned back, tits jutting out, legs spread, her ass on the desk. "God, I must be crazy, doing this."

"Cock crazy," Larry suggested. He grabbed one tit and squeezed.

"Ooooo," she sighed. "Gimme a sip." She opened her mouth.

Bart brought the cup to her lips. "Whatever you want, baby!"

Tiffany gulped, the fiery liquid burning a patch to her belly. It spread, warming her insides. "Delicious."

"Did Larry show you the pictures?" Bart caressed her other tit.

"Uh-huh," she said, licking her lips. "I'm going to nail his ass to the cross." The booze had made her lightheaded. "Gimme some more of that fire water." She opened her mouth, liked the idea of being manhandled by two men as they fed her booze. "I'm thirsty."

Bart poured more rum into her cup and brought it to her open mouth. "Drink up, baby."

Tiffany swallowed. The booze, combined with their groping hands, had her head reeling. "I'm on fire," she gasped. "Christ."

"Maybe I can help," Bart said. He looked at his brother and snickered.

Tiffany was sprawled out on top of the desk. "I hope so. I need to be fucked again."

She didn't believe her own words. It was as if she were caught in a storm and couldn't escape. Her unleashed passion had her doing things she never would have done before. She couldn't stop herself. Everything was snowballing.

She looked up at the two grinning brothers. "I need a cock in me." She licked her lips. "How about you, Bart?" She looked at Larry's limp prick. "Your brother's not ready yet." She writhed lewdly, feeding on the horny stares, their exploring hands.

Bart grabbed her hand, put it on his crotch. "Take my cock out."

Lying on the desk, legs spread, with both men playing with her, she pulled down Bart's zipper. "Mmmm, I can't get enough of you guys." She grabbed his prick and pulled it out.

"Whewwww. Stick that cock in me!"

"I've fucked your mouth," Bart said, "and Larry here christened your pussy. I guess that just leaves your asshole."

"Oh, Christ, Bart. My asshole's not built for your Goddamn cock. You'll rip me apart."

"Bullshit," Larry said. "You can take it."

Tiffany stared at Larry, who had just plopped into the chair behind the desk. A drunken smile played at her mouth. She turned her head to Bart on the other side of the desk. "You're too big, honey." She squirmed her ass. "My pussy is ripe and ready." She brought her hands down to her sopping cunt gash. "Right here, Bart. Inside my cunt."

"Sorry, baby." He stroked his boner through his fist. "Larry's already fucked your cunt. I like my holes tight and dry." He looked at his brother. "Right?"

Larry was comfortable in the big chair. "I told you, Tiffany, Bart's an asshole man."

Tiffany was in agony, passionate agony. She stared at Bart's huge cock and swooned. She knew his big fucker would rip her ass open, but she needed his prick too much to care how she got it. "Okay," she gasped, giving in. "You can fuck my ass – but only if it doesn't hurt. Okay?"

"Sure, baby," Bart assured her.

"If I tell you to stop, you'll stop?" Her big dark eyes were glassy.

"Sure. You say the word and I'll fuck your cunt instead."

"Ooooo, God, I think I'm insane." She writhed on the desk. "Pull me up."