She gripped my stiff stick and, while gently stroking it, still locked into my eyes, slipped to her knees. Her eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth w...de and stretched out her tongue slowly. She wrapped it around my glans like a roll grips a sausage and drew cool air over the top in deep contrast to the warm wetness of her sensual tongue. My eyes rolled, my knees weakened and she began to hum around my meat.She knew well how to make me spurt quickly. As I grunted and filled her mouth, she. Don't fuck up into me... uunngg god it hurt." Don, stop. Let her blow you. She'll suck out your insides. Don't hurt her." She'll be fine, man. I'm hardly moving - it just takes a while to stretch." Ooohh honey... I'm ok... he's just so big... ooohh Don... god I'm full." Don, if you hurt her you'll regret it. Back off." I'm not going to hurt her Kirk. Let her decide." Gina do you want Don to stop?" No honey... it's starting to feel good... ooohhh that's it Don... just stay as still as you can.... Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she leaned forward, sinking onto his thick erection until the tip touched the very back of her throat. Giving a particularly hard suck, she leaned back, licked her lips, and looked up at him. "Am I good, Professor?" she asked innocently."Oh, yes," he replied, stroking his throbbing meat, gently rubbing the drooling tip around her cherry-red lips. "You're the best, my dear, the very best." Does that mean you want to fuck me now?" she asked with a. " But the bed creaks so ... oh God..."But somehow, the idea of him hearing my wife cumm was exciting and I'd urge her into a grunty climax. She'd bite the pillow and toss her hips franticly and the bed would squeak as the brain numbing feeling washed through her quivering belly. The next morning she would look at Tom with an embarrassed face, but gradually she got over it.Occasionally she would forget he was there and walk into the kitchen with her blouse off. "Oh my," she'd blush and cover her.