muscles. He sat down abruptly.
She was all over him. Her mouth sought his hungrily as her weight bore him backwards on the bed. Her hands tugged at the wet swim trunks.
The sudden feel of wet female flesh pressed against his body overpowered Mike. He eagerly touched the nearly nude woman atop him, feeling the satin softness of her skin, the resilience of her tits. He raised his ass off the bedspread, lifting the squirming Yvonne into the air with him, to allow her fevered fingers to slide the swim trunks down off his hips. She pulled them past his knees and he kicked out of them as he grabbed two handfuls of tender titflesh.
The raven-haired woman gave a sobbing moan of lust. Mike's big cock throbbed against her bare belly. Slowly she slithered down his body.
Her tits touched his throbbing cock. The nipples rubbed across his stomach, his crotch, and pressed into his thighs. 'Uhhhh,' he said. His fingers twined in her wet lank hair.
She kissed his cock. The prick quivered with anticipation and pleasure. She began to push the cock toward the man's flat belly, her lips caressing it fondly.
Mike's prick was pressed onto his stomach like a bar of hot iron. Yvonne's tongue snaked out of her mouth, lapping the prick like a dog.
This is wrong, this shouldn't be – think of your wife! a small voice said inside him. Then Yvonne's tongue found the juncture of his cockhead with the shaft of the mighty prick, and all thought was driven from his mind – except the overpowering heed to this fabulously lovely water nymph!
Mike knew almost nothing about the slim hipped, big-titted woman with the midnight hair who had checked him and new wife into the motel the night before. But he knew one thing now. She was an expert at sucking cock.
She extended her tongue, pinning Mike's giant prick against his stomach. Then with the tip of her tongue at the sensitive point on the underside of his prick, right below the flaring of the cockhead, she began to rotate her tongue.
The tongue-tip swirled around one point of the cock – and that point was exquisitely receptive to the pleasure her tongue created in his entire prick! 'Ahhhhhh!' Mike groaned, clutching at her head. 'Oh, God, that feels good!'
She lifted her head. The prick snapped upright and lodged against her chin. 'You have a lovely cock,' she said, smiling, her mouth shiny with her own saliva. She bent down to touch the very tip of the fast throbbing prick. She watched him, her curiously slanted blue eyes glowing with amusement and lust.
Mike began to move his hips. Lust raged in his cock like a fire out of control. The moist touch of Yvonne's agile tongue licked the swollen head of his prick, making him hotter.
She took the prick in slender fingers and lightly jacked Mike off with her mouth still eating him. He shook his head from side to side. Despite the icy blast of the air conditioner over his damp, naked body, he was filmed with sweat. He was about to come off right in Yvonne's mouth, despite his wild all-night fucking with Diana!
The half-naked Yvonne read him like a book. She could feel it in the vibrations of his cock beneath her tongue, the race of his pulse between her fingers, the very aroma of the sweat that covered him. He was about to start spraying jism like a Browning Automatic Rifle. Her heartbeat quickened at the prospect.
But she wasn't through with him yet. She looked up. Mike pushed toward her, trying desperately to plunge his aching cock into the delicious mystery of her mouth.
Instead she moved upward on the bed. Her taut nipples traced hot lines along his thighs, toward his crotch. And then Yvonne's tits were around Mike's prick!
'Wha…?' Mike raised his head. Yvonne wrapped her hands around her jugs. She pressed her tits together, trapping Mike's prick between them. His cock was the thick hard meat in an erotic sandwich with her own white tits as the bread!
The tit-flesh seemed to mold to his excited cock. Lust thrilled though Mike's prick, and his body. Of all the times he'd fucked Diana, they'd done just about everything they could think of. Mike had fucked her pussy, her asshole, and had shot his come down her sucking, delightful mouth. But never had he fucked Diana's tits!
The novelty of it drove him half-mad. So there was the knowledge that what he was doing was forbidden. He had been married less than twenty-four hours and here he was committing adultery with a perfect stranger!
Yvonne shifted her shoulders. Her flawless boobs surged like waves around the jutting peninsula of his cock. The rippling of tit-flesh around his steely prick was like the flowing motion within an agile pussy. She was squeezing her tits around his cock, it was as though the tits were fucking his mighty prick.
Once again Mike thrust his pelvis toward her. His crotch hit the underside of her tits with a slapping sound as his cock fucked upward between her boobs. Yvonne threw her head back. 'Ohhhhhh!' she cried. 'Oh yes, fuck my titties good!'
Mike gaped at her. Her tits must have been fantastically sensitive. She was getting as turned on from having her jugs wrapped around his prick as he was from tit fucking her!
He rammed his rump deep into the mattress. His cock slid out of the hot dry tunnel Yvonne had created from her splendid tits. Their cry of unbridled passion blended into a harmonious, orgiastic wail.
Once more Mike's prick pistoned up through the tunnel of tit-flesh. Yvonne sighed explosively and crushed her jugs together around his cock. The warm tits surrounded Mike's prick.
He grabbed her head with both hands. Her boobs were like fine satin on his horny prick. Her face was twisted with an ecstasy that was almost painful. The tip of her tongue peeked out of her mouth.
Mike was fucking Yvonne's ripe jugs in earnest. Again and again his crotch slapped her resilient tit-flesh. Her hands moved restlessly over her boobs, making sure the pressure on Mike's big cock was constant – and delightful.
Yvonne's nipples were like huge dark cherries topping her heaving tits. Her long fingernails dug into the aureoles as she massaged her tits. Mike's prick was like a red-hot iron fucking the passage between her jugs. The heat and rasping friction of his raging cock thrilled Yvonne till she could barely breathe.
Though her blue bikini pants were dry, a dark stain was spreading from the crotch. She could feel the fabric clinging to the crack of her pussy. The thick smell of her aroused cunt hung over the pair like a blanket.
She lowered her head, mouth open to receive the head of Mike's prick on its next upward drive. For an instant the cockhead disappeared between her lips and her cheeks moved as she flicked her tongue across it.
'Jesus God!' Mike yelled as he yanked his prick back down between Yvonne's boobs. Her saliva burned like acid on the swollen head of his cock. Unable to control himself he rammed his prick back up, feeling her jugs slip along his cock, clinging like silk.
This time Yvonne closed her ruby lips around Mike's prickhead for a split second. He moaned. His cock popped out of her mouth as his balls tightened furiously and the great cock pulsated.
From between the tit-flesh a jet of come geysered like white oil. The stream of succulent come shot straight into Yvonne's waiting mouth. 'Arrrggghh!' Mike howled as a tremendous orgasm wrenched his body.
Yvonne moaned as the tangy taste of come filled her mouth. Then Mike's cock was shooting up from between her tits like a Polaris missile. Mike's thrust filled her mouth with throbbing cockmeat, and then slathered her tongue with another blast of hot jism. She squealed with joy and came.
Her thighs snapped together like a trap. She ground her pussy mound against a corner of the bed, feeling climaxes wash over her like tidal waves. Mike's cock, still spurting come, retreated between her jugs again. She followed it with her greedy mouth. With her tits resting on his crotch she burrowed after the come-spraying cock!
Wad after wad of come splashed against her mouth. Her tongue scooped up drops of jism.
Mike thrashed like a wounded whale, fucking Yvonne's incredible tits, filling her mouth with seething jism. Come spattered her boobs and smeared her lips. She kept squeezing her bountiful boobs.
At last the jism in Mike's balls was exhausted. He lay back limp, his huge cock deflating between Yvonne's tits. She raised her head, come dripping from her chin like toothpaste. She smiled at him, lips wet with jism and saliva. Then she sat up.
Yvonne raised her ample tits. Mike had an odd crawling feeling as she lowered her face to lick up the lingering remnants of his come that clung to the tops of her beautiful boobs. Then she stood up and walked to a wall cabinet. Her buttcheeks worked together delectably, and the crotch of her panties practically dripped with cunt
