She worked her way into a seated position, folding her right leg under her, and leaned far forward, taking my burgeoning erection into the circle of her lips. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down, as she pumped her mouth upon the straining shaft of my thick, swollen c**k. Nicholas was one lucky fucker, I thought.
Releasing my c**k, she bathed its tip with her tongue before taking its girth back into her mouth. As she nursed my d**k, she worked the skin of its shaft up and down, in short, slow strokes with one hand while she massaged my balls through the taut flesh of my risen scrotum with her other hand. She was one fantastic cocksucker, and, again, I thought her husband was one lucky son of a b***h. I would have been, too, if she'd really been lonely instead of trying to run a con on
