Victoria Parker - The cousins eat out

"Ah, ahhh, ooohhh, Tracey!" he sighed. "Darling! My sweet, sweet lover!"

She bobbed in and out.

He grabbed her ponytail and manipulated her head.

"Suck it!" he gasped. "Suck my cock, you little fucker!"

She slid in farther on it, but it was so huge, so thick, there was not much chance of giving him a full blow-job.

Her red mouth was a plunger on the top of the huge prick. She moved both hands around his massive prick, ducking up and down.

"Oh, oh, oh! Sweet darling bitch!" he whimpered, still jerking her ponytail, enjoying the soft slurp of her divine young lips on the tip of his towering cock. "You're so beautiful! You're gonna make me cum!"

Tracey lifted off his cock, stood above him, grabbed the bristling stalk, clutched the hard-on in a two-handed grip, and pulled and pushed furiously.

Then he came.

The juice spurted from his thrilling rock-hard cock. A volcanic spiral of hot cream jetted upward. Tracey jerked wildly, thumping up and down with her hands. She was amazed at the flood of jizz.

She liked pumping Mr. Hart's big prick. She worked hard. He kept cuming. She kept pumping. Cum spilled. Gobs of goop shot at her. A huge hunk of cum splashed on her belly.

"I'm cummin'… oh, I'm cumming!" he panted.

"Oh, yeah! You sure are, sir!"

"You do that so good! You jack so good!" he moaned, humping his hips upward, his cock a hot gun in her hands, a sweet juice-shooter.

"Honey, honey! Oh, sweet baby! I love you! Oh, how I love you!"

The huge eruption finally subsided. Tracey's hands were drenched in cum. Big splats of goo clung to her body like spiders.

Mr. Hart fell back.

"I want you to go in the other room and put on some clothes I purchased for you!" he panted, trying to catch his breath. "They're on the bed."

He pointed to an adjoining room. Tracey left him. She walked into the room and found a white satin merry widow on the bed. She hooked it on. She found dark nylons. She pulled them up and snapped them tightly into place with the garters from the merry widow. It was a push-up widow that left her tits sitting up high. She saw a pair of shiny, white high heels. She put them on and looked in the mirror on the wall.

"Wow, I'm happening," she said. "This is really sexy."

She walked back into the other room. Mr. Hart gasped.

"Oh, Tracey, darling!"

He grabbed his camera and started shooting pictures.

"Diddle your cunt for me," he said.

"You sure you're gonna give me a thousand dollars?" Tracey asked.

"Oh, even more!"

Tracey sat down on the couch. She slid forward, spread her legs, cocked her knees and started taking pictures her cunt. Mr. Hart snapped some more. "I wanna take some pictures of you! I'd like to see you playin' with that big cock of yours, sir," Tracey said.

He turned the camera over to her, excited by this new twist in the action. He sat down in a big leather chair. His cock was hard again. He played with the immense hard-on. Tracey focused the camera and started shooting.

"Yeah, like that! That really looks good, sir! I like it when you pump like… oooooooh, yeah, fast like that… go on, jerk… jerk hard!" she groaned, the flash unit blinding Mr. Hart as she clicked away.

"Cum for me," Tracey said.

"Now?"

"Anytime. I wanna see you shoot-off. I wanna take some pictures of you shooting. And I wanna be sure I get them, too."

Mr. Hart shot a big load. Cream whooshed from his cock. Tracey took pictures. She was so hot she thought her pussy might start screaming.

When he finished cumming, she went over and stood in front of him in the tight merry widow, her nylons, the high heels. Her big tits stuck out. Her pussy looked good. Mr. Hart gasped and reached for her.

"I wanna fuck you!" he whispered, holding her head with his cum-soaked fingers.

"I don't think so. It's way too big, sir."

"Just a little bit! I'll just put the head on your pussy, okay?"

"Well, okay then."

"Sit on me," he said.

Tracey straddled his thighs, spread her legs wide, and stood over him. His huge cock slapped up against her belly. She cupped the stalk in her hand and pulled it like a gearshift back against the tight, white merry widow. She pumped down on it.

Mr. Hart reached behind her. He clutched the fine cheeks of her ass.

"So nice!" he moaned. "So very nice!" He squeezed and pinched the pliant curve of her ass. Then he brought one hand around in front, played it up over the top of the merry widow, and cupped her juicy, sweet tits. As he fondled her tits, his finger slid like a feather up and down the crack of her marvelous ass.

Tracey held his cock with both hands. She continued to stand, her white high heels on the floor, her legs cocked at the knees. She humped up and came down on his prick.

The cockhead slicked into the lips, of her creamy cunt.

"Oooooh!" Mr. Hart sighed, as his prick was lodged in Tracey's pussy.

"Like that?" she asked. "Fuck like this?"

"Yeah, baby, like that, fuck me!"

"I can only fuck the top of it like this, sir. The top only, because this is such a big cock."

"You're doing fine!" he huffed. Tracey swirled her hips in a real slow undulation, fucking down on his cock, feeling the long stalk slip into her cunt deeper, harder.

"Oh, sir! It's slippin' in my cunt!" Mr. Hart fingered her asshole. "Oooof, whoa! Up my ass, too?" she whispered.

He squeezed her tits with his free hand. She bent down and planted a hot kiss on his lips. He humped up, pushed his prick farther into her pussy.

"Afff!" Tracey wheezed, breaking their kiss. "Not so much."

She kept fucking. She screwed her fabulous young hips in circles, thumping and pumping down, then up, down, then up, real slow – fucking Mr. Hart splendidly.

"You sweet little fucker!" he gasped. "You darling cock fucker!"

"Ohhh, oooh, sir! You talk so naughty!"

"I love you, Tracey! I want you! I want to be with you forever!"

"Fuck me forever, sir?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck you forever!"

"Boy, that'd sure be something wouldn't it? You and me, together all the time! Boy, wow! And this great big cock, too! Sir, it's just too awesome!"

He fucked up and down, thrust his hips up at her, speared his cock deeper into her cunt, pushed into her a full eight inches, but still there was a long shaft of his prick sticking between them.

"Wheee, eeeewwww!" Tracey whistled, looking down, seeing his big cock in her cunt.

She was beautiful, still standing on her white high heels, her legs astride Mr. Hart, her body sheathed in the tight, body-hugging merry widow. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned over him. Her tits hung out. He craned his neck and puckered his lips, sucking on her erect nipples. She undulated in and out, up and down, swirling her ass in sweet semicircles.

He sucked at her heaving tits. She pushed hard on his shoulders, rotated her gorgeous hips, fucked down on him, manipulated herself on his cock, used it like it was a lightning rod, a gearshift.

"Oh, darling," Mr. Hart said. "You are a good fucker, a brilliant fuck!"

"Mmmmmmm!" Tracey moaned, shaking her shoulders so that her tits wobbled in his face, mashed and splashed on his sucking mouth.

He clutched her ass. His hands squeezed. He was in heaven.

She rode him good. Her hips bounced high. She sat down on his knees, pulling his cock down with her so that it was like a connecting rod to her pussy. She slid in and out, fucking him hotly.

"Oh, baby!" he cried.

He reached up and cupped her tits. "Big bad cock!" Tracey moaned, looking down, seeing the creamy prick slipping in and out of her soft pussy.

Now they were a fucking machine. They had reached that indescribable moment when the feeling is overwhelming, where the passion is explosive. They were fucking.