and sucked on it, slurping up every thick speck of twat juice like a little kid feasting on a dripping ice cream on a hot summer day. She closed her eyes and savored every tangy drop. And then Christine raised her head and began to lick at the long shaft as well, lapping up her own juices.
Between the two depraved females it took only a few minutes to lick the entire monster shaft gleaming clean once more.
Both women suddenly gasped as they heard a deep voice from behind them.
'Ladies, we've really got to do something about your choice of what you eat for dinner!' a deep voice laughed.
Carol spun her head around in surprise, then relaxed when she saw it was Ken. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom, a wide grin on his handsome face, the stone-cold pizza in his hands.
'Hi, Ken!' Christine called out happily, looking forward to more of their bizarre games now that the whole gang was together.
'Hi, Chris,' he said in response, putting the greasy box on top of the chest of drawers and starting to loosen his tie. 'I had a feeling you'd be ordering pizza tonight,' he said with a grin at his wife. 'So I worked a bit harder on getting my work done!'
Carol padded across the room and slid her arms around her husband's waist, kissing him passionately. Ken licked at her lips, his cock stiffening at the taste of pussy juice there.
'So, how else did you spend your day today?' he asked, starting on the buttons of his shirt while Carol worked at his belt buckle, and Christine hurried over to tug at his shoes.
'Oh, nothing different than most any other day,' Carol smiled back happily-and hornily!'
