Chapter 5
Sal walked slowly down the streets toward his house and Sharon.
It was a very clear night.
There were thousands of stars in the sky, there must have been because he could see so many of them as bright as the lights that showed around the city where he could still see a sky full of stars.
It was nearing twelve thirty in the morning.
It had taken him nearly two hours to get here from Nina's house.
He had left there shortly before ten thirty.
The brilliantly shining moon fell in patches on the street and made the shadows seem like strange and grotesque figures as he approached them.
They gave him an eerie feeling like the sign of an impending bad omen.
Sal walked on the side of the street where the light of the moon cast no shadows.
The nearer he came to his house, the house where he had lived off Sharon for the past two and a half years, the more he could feel his feet getting heavier and his will growing weaker with every step he took.
He rounded the corner and headed down his block.
He tried to convince himself that the worst part of it was over.
He was hoping that she had gone out for the night and wouldn't be back until way after him, so he could be asleep when she got in.
Suddenly the thought of all the things he had done the past three days crossed his mind.
He remembered the good free conversations they put out in their wild nude rap sessions.
He remembered how free he felt, and how much he felt like those people he was with.
All of them. Rich, Cynthia, and especially Nina.
Oh, how he longed to be with them always, instead of walking down this street on the way back to the judge's chamber.
Those hideous blue walls.
Her simpering, whining, pandering.
The constant badgering and bothering.
Suddenly a frightening thought crossed his mind. Maybe she became so lonely that she killed herself and he would be blamed for it.
And even though he had witnesses to prove where he was, when they asked him what they were doing there and he couldn't tell the truth, it would be the same as not having a witness at all.
Despite the thoughts he was easing out, he was still walking in that general direction and before he realized it, he was standing in front of the door.
He took his key from his pocket and unlocked the door.
He pushed the door open and stuck his head inside.
Everything was quiet.
There wasn't the sound of the smallest appliance running.
He stepped inside and closed the door.
He walked down the hall to the bedroom and peered in through the door.
The room was empty. She was nowhere in sight.
He walked into the next room and all through the house.
He found nothing, no indication of where she might have gone.
He went back in the bedroom somewhat relieved.
He didn't have to endure an immediate open confrontation with her, and that was good as far as he could tell.
He could always take care of himself when he got a chance to have a little edge.
He didn't really have an edge but he was going to try to create one.
He was still a little worried about where she was and why she didn't leave some sort of note.
She usually did whenever he went off and stayed for any length of time before.
He'd even spent more than three days away from her before and she didn't seem to be upset at all about that.
He started to remove his clothes and get into something a bit more relaxing.
When he finished changing he walked back into the living room.
He went over to the bar and poured himself a straight glass of scotch.
He downed it in two swallows and then poured out another.
He drank the next one with a little less haste.
He took his drink and sat down on the couch and leaned his head back.
This was an old habit of his.
He didn't really know when it started but ever since he could remember he had done it when he was annoyed by some problem that he couldn't figure out.
He closed his eyes and let them roll around beneath the tired lids.
He tried to think about all the things that had gone through his mind, the past few days.
The harder he tried to think of some constructive ideas or a worthwhile plan, the less able he was to formulate some conclusions from all that he had seen, heard or felt.
His brain was overloaded with the immediate problem, as usual.
And he was unable to do anything but think about where she could be.
Not because he missed her. He was quite happy that she was not there.
The main thing that worried him was trying to figure out what the hell she was up to.
I was really a stupid son of a bitch, he thought to himself, to ever have gotten mixed up with this kookie broad in the first place.
He slumped as far down in the couch as he could force himself.
He sat there in the dark for a long time.
He thought and brooded over every problem he could recall that they had ever had between them.
He weighed and evaluated each and every situation and always came out the loser.
Finally he heard the key turning in the door.
Sharon stepped in, drunker than she had ever been before to his knowledge.
Her clothes were all messed up and she was bumping into every piece of furniture in the house.
She didn't see him when she first came in because he was slumped so far down, and all the lights in the house were turned out.
Sharon managed after a while to find the switch by the door right at the entrance to the living room.
As she switched on the lights she seemed a bit pleased and surprised to see him sitting there looking back at her as she came closer to him.
She walked over to him very slowly and deliberately, and sat down with a devilish look in her eyes.
She had spoken not a word to him yet, from the time she had come in.
Softly as a fairy's kiss she planted her soft lips on his cheek and kissed him gently.
Then she put her trembling arms around him and squeezed him real tight.
Sal sat there on the couch not knowing whether he should jump up and run out of the house for good, or stay and talk to her before he made any decisions.
He decided to stay and try to talk to her before he made any decision at all about anything.
She remained sitting down beside him and began taking off her clothes.
He sat back on the couch and watched as she took them off one by one.
She started with her gloves, her white kid gloves. She pulled each of them off, one at a time, and let them fall to the floor.
All the while she was stripping for him, she kept looking at him with a wild lecherous gleam in her slightly bloodshot eyes.
She was now removing the second glove, her hat and coat already lying in a heap on the floor right next to her where she sat on the couch.
She gleefully tossed the gloves on the stack and folded her arms and sat back on the couch and looked at him with that gleam shining all over her face.
After a few minutes rest she reached for the next articles of clothing to come off and join the ever-growing stack of belongings.
She took all the strands of a many-stranded necklace in her right hand and unsnapped it with her left, as she sang a few bars of "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend."
She held her arm straight out with the necklace dangling loosely from her fingers, and dropped it on the pile.
With this gesture she spoke her first words to him. "I want you to fuck me lover, like you've never fucked me before."
She kept repeating this phrase to him over and over again as she went through this slow-motion strip-tease.
Forgetting all the clothes she had on, she stood up to take off her skirt, actually she made several tries, before' she finally made it. But finally she was on her feet.
After a few tugs and yanks at the zipper and the buttons that fastened it in the rear, it came sliding off her waist and fell to the floor.
She looked as though she had given it up several times, but finally she was successful.
She managed to maintain her balance rather well after the skirt hit the dust. At least good enough to walk over and stand in front of Sal.
There she stood in front of him, still fully clothed from the waist up, except for her hat, which she had taken off first of all.
He looked up at her as she stood there looking like a lost little rag doll, weaving back and forth as she tried to keep her balance.
She bent down to kiss him this .time, and nearly lost her balance and fell on him.
He helped her up, and she walked over to the bar, just a few normal steps from the couch. She took quite a long time this time, though. She usually could walk from the couch to the bar in about two or three seconds. Tonight it took her a good five minutes just to get there and still another five to get back so she could be fucked to death after she finished taking off her clothes. If she ever remembered what she was doing.
She arrived at the bar and reached for a glass and poured herself a large drink, straight scotch, in a highball glass.
With this she turned around and headed back for her spot on the couch and sat down.
She set the glass of scotch down on the floor as she bent forward to look into Sal's deep blue eyes.
She looked into them a while and raised back up. "Eyes," she said. That was all she said.
She picked her glass up again after a moment of silence and took a big swallow. She leaned way forward again when she set it down, not knowing where the floor was in relationship to the glass, and nearly spilled it. She let go of it while it was slightly tilted to the side and wasn't all the way down to the floor.
She noticed it in time, though, and took steps to correct it.
When she was satisfied that the glass was really on solid ground this time, she let go of it and leaned back in her seat.
She raised her right leg slightly and tugged at the toe of her stocking, trying to pull it off. She finally managed to get the stocking off. She put a run in it from the toe all the way to the thigh band.
She tossed it on the stack of clothes still building up in the center of the floor and looked a little disappointed that she had put a run in it.
She had planned a special strategy for the removal of her second stocking.
She let her foot remain on the floor and she stayed in her seat.
She bent down from her waist in a sitting position, nearly sinking to the floor because she slid between her widespread knees. She tried to reach around to the back of her stocking and pull it down from the thigh band just a little way above the knee.
She caught hold of it with her left hand and slowly managed to pull it all the way off without running even a single seam in this one.
She sat up straight on the couch again after that, bringing her glass of straight scotch with her.
As she sat up and laughed at herself, she realized that she hadn't removed any of her upper garments. She frowned a little at the thought that she had forgotten, and took a quick sip of her scotch. As she sat the glass back down on the floor she spilled it this time, all of it.
She managed to get up again and somehow stagger over to the bar and get another one. This time she poured it in an old-fashioned glass, half full. Old-fashioned glasses seem to have more bottom.
Once having filled the glass and holding it securely in her hand, she turned around on her own power, kind of, and made her way back by the large whiskey spot on the rug, right back to where she had been sitting, and sat down.
With another sip of straight scotch under her belt, she set the glass down again and tried to take off her blouse. She looked down at it and began unbuttoning it. She managed to get all the buttons loose.
She then raised an arm and tried to push the blouse off of her with the other hand. After a few minutes she made it.
Sal had been watching this and wasn't quite sure how to take it. He didn't know what to do about it. She could usually control any situation. He couldn't really imagine her as he saw her now, in a hundred years.
He was getting bored with the whole show and didn't really want to be bothered with her anyway. He had enjoyed himself for the past three days without her and he wasn't about to spoil all that by letting her kiss and make out all over him and start all the same old problems again.
He decided to stay and watch her so that she didn't have an accident and hurt herself.
She was now trying to remove her other sleeve from her arm. She had already tried pushing that one off too, but it didn't really seem to work.
Finally after one great hard try she made it. It was off.
She now had all of her outer clothes off and all that remained were her undergarments.
She pulled them off as soon as she noticed they were there.
She was completely naked now, and sprawled out in front of him, and repeated those same words to him that she had used before. "I want you to fuck me, lover, like you never did before."
Sail looked at her as she lay there on the couch stripped nude. His first thought was total disgust. Then his mind changed and he was just a little sick at the sight of the whole thing.
He picked up her clothes from the floor and walked out of the room.
She raised her heavy head for a moment and saw him walking away from her, but she thought that he was just putting away her clothes and would be back as soon as he finished.
Sal walked into the bedroom and closed the door. He hoped she would stay out there or let him stay out there himself if she decided to sleep in the bedroom.
He sat down on the bed and waited to see what would happen. He listened for sounds of any sort and heard nothing at all. He knew that she wouldn't give up anything that easily. At least not without a fight.
He listened to the sounds again and sure enough he heard her sliding around in the living room, still knocking over things and bumping into them.
He opened the door so that he could hear her if she fell or stumbled over something.
Finally she came bursting into the room in a wild spurt of energy, still as drunk as she could be.
She rushed toward him and stretched out her arms as she did so. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and clung to him like a sack of potatoes.
Sal backed away from the door, with her still clinging to him.
He laid her down on the bed and tried to take her hands from around his neck, but she was holding on as tight as she could in her drunken condition, and wouldn't let him go.
He was starting to become a little angry at her as he leaned over her, lying there on the bed.
He wanted to tear her arms from around his neck and shove her down on the bed and leave the room. He knew that she didn't really know what she was doing, so he controlled his feelings a little and tried a different approach.
He leaned down very close to her and whispered in her ear that he was going to get undressed and come to bed with her if she would let him go.
She didn't seem to believe him at first, but after a few more words, he managed to convince her that he was really planning to do it.
Finally she let him go and he was free of her clutches.
He raised himself up from the bed and stood for a second or two just looking down at her as she lay there, still and silent, looking up at him.
He went over to the closet and started taking off his clothes, preparing to go to bed with her. He looked back at the still form of her limp body as he took off his clothes.
Wild thoughts of lust and excitement went through him as he thought of her helpless form there on the bed.
He felt somehow strangely excited and aroused as he turned away from the closet and walked back to the bed.
He looked down at her once again as she spread her long slim legs in anticipation of the act they were about to begin. The sight of her soft smooth helpless body on the bed before him seemed to add to his already excited lust and made him more anxious than before.
The moment he mounted the bed and let his body down against hers, she began to bounce beneath him, and buck her hips up to him.
He stuck his cock into her quivering cunt and started pounding it hard between the jaws of her pulsating, contracting cavity.
She tore at his back with her long slender fingers. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as the motion of their two bodies increased and the passion between them mounted.
Sal drove his huge, hot, throbbing cock into her juicy cunt with a mad lustful hate. His passion was pure hate. He plunged his long rock-hard love tool deep into her cavity, thrusting with all his might.
The moans and loud passionate sighs she uttered to him as he drove that thick long love muscle deeper and deeper into her made the feeling rise higher and higher.
Her firm round pink tits jutted up to him, and stuck into his hard hairy chest. He took both of them in his hands and squeezed them, from the base of the soft yielding mound to the tip of the soft pink nipples.
Her face contorted and twisted with a wild look of pleasure and excitement as the sensation of his rough fingers upon her flesh excited her.
She moaned and sighed with loud excited pleasure.
Sal thrust his cock into her with more and more violence, as she took his every thrust with wild and frenzied desire.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist so that her cunt was closer to the pounding of his hot excited tool.
Sal raised himself slightly, to give him more room to drive his tool into her.
The rustle of the bed, the soft muffled sounds of their flesh as it pounded and slid together, fused and combined with the sounds of moans and panting that the two of them made.
The room was filled with the sound of sex and passion.
Sal's feelings of hate and anger were all gone now, and just the feeling of strong lust and passion flowed wildly through his excited frenzied emotions.
He gripped her tightly around the waist and raised her up slightly. He humped his body and pounded harder and harder into her quivering slit.
Her cries of pleasure increased and became a loud scream as she reached her climax. Her body tossed and thrashed with fury beneath him as his powerful body drove his stiff throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her hot slithery cunt.
Sal could feel the slickness of her cunt as her come filled her cunt and rose to the top and spilled over the hot quivering lips and ran down onto the bed.
Sal continued to pound and thrust his huge cock back and forth into her as he too began to feel the rising pressure of his own inner pleasures.
He raised himself up from her a little way and pushed his cock into her with more and more pressure.
He felt the head of his cock as it began to grow harder and harder as the come pushed its way up from the depths of his hard undulating balls.
like an erupting volcano his white hot liquid shot forth and filled her tight hot cavity.
He grunted and squeezed her tits wildly and passionately as it shot forth from him in great spurts of pleasure and ecstasy.
His body trembled and shook wildly as he continued to thrust his spurting cock into her cunt until the last spurt of hot burning come shot forth into the opening.
She moaned and sighed as the last burning spurts shot from his cock and into her quivering cunt.
Sal was panting wildly and his whole body was jerking from the thrills and pleasure he felt.
He lay still on top of her, his cock still deep inside her, for several moments after he had shot his final load.
He could feel the pounding slowly soften into a low throbbing as the passionate arousal of their two bodies relaxed and died away.
When he felt the throbbing grow as faint as he thought it could get, he pulled his cock out of her and lay on his back next to her.
Sharon was already falling asleep as he rolled off and folded his arm over his head.
He laid beside her for some time, before he fell asleep. He thought about the two of them and of how they lived. There seemed to be some strange thought brewing inside him that he couldn't really put his finger on at the moment, but he knew that he had to do something about his life and the way he was living.
He finally fell asleep, after what seemed like hours.
The next morning they woke at about the same time. Sharon couldn't remember anything about what she had done the night before.
She asked him about where he had been for the past three days and what time he came in the night before.
Sal answered her as honestly as he could. He told her that he had stayed with a friend because he didn't want to talk about the things they had been talking about for the past few days and he felt that was the best thing to do.
She looked at him sadly for a moment, then her face cleared up and she smiled at him.
He didn't really know if he appreciated that smile or not, though. It was a strange smile and it was really a rather sad expression.
They talked for a few more minutes about what else he had done and what had happened there while he was gone.
Then they finally got out of bed and dressed.
Sharon handed him a pad as he started putting on his clothes. It had a few names and telephone numbers on it.
She didn't-say much about them when she gave the pad to him but he could see that she didn't like the idea of him receiving messages from other people there, and especially from other women.
As a matter-of-fact, as long as they had been together, he had never been able to receive other calls or letters that she didn't know sbout.
He had always been careful enough not to let it happen before, but lately he didn't really care if she didn't like it, and didn't really bother to keep it from happening.
Things went along nearly as usual for the next few days. They had no arguments. Sharon seemed to be extra nice to him and she seemed to be reasonably in good spirits and happy.
They even went out several times together and had a lovely time together.
These few days stretched into two weeks. Sal was still thinking an awful lot about the way he felt about his feelings of freedom and the way he was still living. He had come to the conclusion he really didn't want to live like that any more. He wanted to live in a way that he could be happier, and have more fun with the things he did, and be able to really enjoy himself and others.
He knew he had been feeling this for a long time but up until just a few weeks ago he never had an idea of how to go about it.
Finally after several weeks of thinking about it and planning his actions carefully, he decided to do it. He was going to leave Sharon and go out on his own and live for himself. He didn't really know how he was going to do it at first but he was going to start at the beginning and do whatever he had to to survive.
The beginning was first of all getting away from Sharon and not being dependent on any other person like that again.
There seemed to be something in his nature that made all this seem so bad, so confining and so degrading.
He didn't know whether Sharon would be hurt or not, but he knew that he had to do it anyway, for himself and not because of anyone else.
He had several friends who had a place for him to stay until he could find his own and he was willing to do that and get away from some of the things that he couldn't live with any more.
He called several of his friends on the phone and talked to them about putting him up for a few days if he didn't find a place to stay right away. So that was all settled and the next move was up to him to make, any time he wanted to.
A few days after he had really decided to do it, he thought it best to tell Sharon he was going to leave, rather than just to walk out on her.
One morning, the day before he planned to really move his things out, he sat down with her at the breakfast table and told her what his plans were and what he was going to do about them.
He told her that he was going to move the following day and there was nothing she could say to him right then that could make him change his mind.
He had expected a great outburst of tears or some sort of emotional display, but there was none.
She sat calmly across from him at the table and listened to everything he told her and when he was finished she nodded and said that she wished him luck in whatever he did.
She told him that she was very fond of him and hoped that she would see him every once in a while.
He said he would probably be around to say hello, every so often, and to see how she was doing.
They finished breakfast with very little talking.
When they were done Sal got up and started getting his things together.
He had very little to move anyway, he thought, as he walked through the house collecting the few things that were his. He packed them into the empty suitcases that he had in the large closet that was his.
His entire worldly possessions filled three suitcases; one medium sized one and two large ones.
He stacked them neatly in the corner of the closet alongside his overnight case.
He went into the living room and sat down on the couch for a while.
Everything that he had to do was done except for the finding of a place to stay.
He wished he could stay there till he found one but knew that it would be impossible for himself and also for Sharon.
He called one of his buddies and made arrangements to move m there the next day, sometime in the afternoon.
Having completed the entire thing so far, he felt like having a drink.
He walked over to the bar and poured himself a straight scotch and went back to the couch and sat down.
He was feeling a little nervous and excited about the whole thing and needed something to steady his nerves. He took a long sip of the scotch and swallowed slowly. He could feel it as it flowed down his throat and all the way down to the pit of his stomach.
After the second drink the effect was already visible. He was already growing a little dizzy and he could feel the stimulation of the alcohol all through his body.
A little pang of sadness came over him as he sat and thought about what he had decided to do. He knew that he really liked Sharon as a person. She was really an admirable person. He felt that he would really miss some of the nice times and fun things they had together.
The thought of the first few weeks they were together kept running through his mind. They had been some of the most pleasurable times in his life.
Now it was all a memory and had to remain a memory from then on.
He began to think of the real reasons he had to get away from there and his sad feelings of melancholia went away.
He tried to think of something to do to get his mind off of all these things for a while. He felt he needed to do something besides sit around and drink. And think.
He called Nina, but nobody answered the phone. He tried several of his other friends, but no one he called was at home.
He had finished the scotch he poured so he went over to the bar and poured himself another one.
He paced nervously back and forth around the room with his halffull glass in his hand, trying to decide what to do besides sit in the house all day. Several thoughts popped into his head from time to time, but he didn't really have much interest in any of them and forgot them as fast as he thought of them.
He finally came up with the idea of going to a movie. He remembered that there was a movie he wanted to see playing someplace and he hadn't seen a movie in a long time.
He found the most recent newspaper that was in the house and scanned the movie section. He checked the shows where it was playing, looking for the nearest one in Manhattan.
The only listing he found for the city was a show on Forty-Second Street. He decided to go see it.
He was ready in no time and left the house.
When he got there the show was just about to begin. He walked in and found a seat in the balcony, so he could smoke, and settled back to watch.
He watched the movie very seriously as it started. It was a very good movie.
As he let himself become involved in it he was not fully aware of what was happening around him. Though he could see someone moving out of the corner of his eye, he didn't really know what they were doing, nor was he terribly concerned with it. He turned his head finally, out of sheer curiosity, in the direction where the distraction was taking place.
The balcony of the theatre was nearly empty that night. There must have been no more than eight or ten people sitting spaced out over the entire area.
As he turned his head to see what was going on just to the right of him and one row down. He saw two people spread out lengthwise over about three seats.
It seemed to him that one person was on top of the other, moving his body up and down. He looked a little closer and was sure of it this time. They were fucking.
He turned his head and tried to watch the movie for fear of getting excited himself, but as hard as he tried he couldn't really keep from looking over in that direction almost continually.
The longer he looked at them the more he could feel himself becoming aroused. His cock was beginning to get hard and throb a little against his thigh as it was pressed on by his tight pants.
Sal became more and more involved in what was going on in the seats, until he got up and moved a little closer so that he could see a little better.
He moved closer several times until finally he was sitting directly behind them. The fact that he was so close didn't seem to bother them at all. They kept right on going as if he wasn't there.
He had forgotten about the movie altogether now and was watching them as hard as he could.
The woman had her dress up over her waist and was lying on the bottom.
The man seemed to have his pants pulled almost off, but he was covered with a long raincoat he was wearing.
Sal could feel his cock as it expanded to its full size inside his pants. It slid roughly against the stiff material of his pants as it stretched out and slid down his leg. He stroked it as it throbbed and jumped beneath the coarse material. He ran his hand up and down it, feeling it jump and jerk with ever greater jerks as his hot moist hand slid over it.
When the pressure of the material became too much for him to bear, he slid down the zipper and pulled it out and let it jump and jerk in the open.
The two people in front of him were finishing now. It seemed that they had both come and the pounding had stopped and the only thing that was heard was the sound of heavy panting from the man.
After a while they sat up in their seats. The man fumbled with his pants for a few minutes, and then got up and left.
Sal expected that he was going to come back eventually, so he just sat there stroking his throbbing cock and pretending he was looking at the movie, although his thoughts had been long distracted from the screen.
The woman had been watching him, slyly, every once in a while as he stroked his cock between his legs. Finally she got up out of her seat and crossed over the seats and sat down beside him.
He continued to stroke his cock but he didn't make it as obvious as it had been before.
The woman sat beside him for a long time, pretending she was watching the movie too, and watching him out of the corner of her eye as he began to stroke his cock more obviously now.
Finally Sal moved his hand that was hiding his huge hard cock and let it stick straight out in front of him.
The woman next to him turned her head as soon as he let it go and looked right at it. She moaned softly as she saw the size of it.
Sal moved his arm up to his armrest so the throbbing and jerking of his cock could be seen as she looked at it.
She reached over and took his cock in her hand, and played with it.
Sal felt the warm moist feeling around his cock, and his body trembled a little.
She slid the skin backward and forward as she became more and more excited.
Sal stopped her and made her slow down by taking hold of her hand and holding it as she moved it. He was already very excited, from playing with himself all that time, and was about to come already.
Seeing how hot he was and feeling his cock throbbing so rapidly, the woman could hardly sit still. She was shaking all over, her hands were trembling as they clung to his hot, throbbing cock and squeezed his big round balls.
Finally, she could not stand the anxiety any longer. She had to have his cock right then. She knelt down in front of him as far as she could kneel and took up his hot throbbing tool slowly into her mouth, trembling and moaning as she did so.
Sal leaned back in the seat so that his cock and balls wouldn't be pressed together between his thighs as she sucked his cock.
She shoved her mouth down over his big-hard-cock very slowly, licking and sucking every inch of it as she slid it further up into her mouth.
When all of his cock was nearly in her mouth, she thrust her head hard down upon it and forced it back into her hot tight sensitive throat.
Sal spread his legs as wide apart as he could get them, feeling the sensation of pleasure as her hot lips licked and sucked his hot burning cock.
She got between his legs and took his big round balls in her mouth and sucked and licked them until he thought he was going wild with pleasure. Her soft pink tits were touching his legs and knees as she lapped and licked his cock. She unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled them out so he could play with them.
He slid his hands down his legs and took them both between his fingers. He squeezed them firmly and teased the sensitive nipples with his strong masculine fingers.
She grunted and moaned and pushed her head all the way down on his huge throbbing cock as she felt the sensation of his fingers as they squeezed and pinched her soft smooth pink tits.
One of her hands was stuck way under her body, and she was sticking her fingers in her cunt as she licked and sucked his hot round cock and balls.
He came like an explosion his hot burning come juice shot from the head of his cock nearly drowning her as it shot forth into her moist watering mouth.