Victoria Parker - The hottest neighbors

Anne loved to fuck. She had loved to fuck ever since she was in high school, and now at twenty-nine, she still absolutely adored fucking. She could never get enough cock.

She walked into the bathroom where her husband Robert was shaving. He stood nude except for a white towel tied around his waist. He was a handsome man of forty, short brown hair, a lean taut body he kept in shape by daily jogging. He had a movie-star face, rugged, cut with definite lines, sky-blue eyes, and a proud chin that looked as though it had been hacked from solid granite.

Anne stood beside him and their eyes met in the mirror. Robert appraised his pretty wife. He towered over her. But what a body had been packed onto that little frame.

Anne looked splendid in a pair of tight white panties that were packed at the crotch by a lavishly thick carpet of brown pussy hair. Her huge tits were cupped saucily by a white bra. Nice tits. Big round tits. They were pushed together by the bra to form a juicy cleavage. She wore a pair of white high heels.

Anne smiled seductively at Robert in the mirror. His eyes were roaming her body, greedily scanning her tits, her pussy, her trim, shapely legs. Then he stared into her face.

Anne was a regal beauty. High cheek bones were carved to taut cheeks that flowed down to a square chin. Her forehead was shaped perfectly to her brown hair that had been cut short into bangs in the front and a perfect style on the sides and back, effecting a Jackie Kennedy look.

"My pussy is screaming for some cock," she whispered. She brought her hand around in back of Robert and caressed his fine ass, sliding one finger up and down the crack, over the damp towel, gliding it slowly until she finally slipped it down under the towel and shoved it up his ass.

"Jesus, baby," Robert whispered.

She fucked her finger lewdly in and out of his asshole.

"God, honey," he mumbled.

"You just keep on shaving, darling," Anne teased. Then she dropped to her knees behind her husband, pulled the towel off him and threw it to the bathroom tile. Her hands cupped the cheeks of his ass, she spread them and wiggled her tongue into Robert's asshole.

"You fucker!" he gasped.

She plunged her tongue at his ass, wobbled it in a quivering flutter. An electric wave of delight jiggled through Robert.

"You little ass-fucker!" he cried. His cock was flapping to a stiff hard-on that stood like a shining monument. His cock was thick as a flashlight and nine inches long.

Anne crawled around to his side and Robert turned to meet her. His cock slapped her face. It whacked up against her cheek. Anne cupped his prick in her palm and held it there, rolled the huge head of his cock against her smooth skin.

She eyed herself doing this in the mirror, then looked over to find Robert also enjoying the image in reflection. Anne pushed the cockhead off her cheek and gripped the quivering stalk with one hand. She licked a drop of pre-cum from the cocktip. Her other hand cupped Robert's balls.

"It looks good, Anne," her husband sighed. Anne looked at herself in the minor and watched herself suck the big cockhead between her blood-red lips. She sealed them around the cockhead like a sucking plunger. She kissed and sucked his prick at the same time.

"Shit, baby," Robert moaned. Anne squeezed his balls lovingly and ducked in on the big cock. She took it deeper, swallowed the prickhead and locked her thick lips around the prickshaft.

"Mmm, honey," Robert whined. Her head bobbed in and out on his prick. Her lips flirted on the pulsing prick as her fingers held the cock base.

"You suck a cock so God darn good, Anne." Anne bobbed on the huge prick, her thick lips sliding in and out in a lewd suck. She rolled his balls on the palm of her hand.

"Your mouth is like butter," Robert gulped.

Anne pulled back and kissed his cock hotly. "My mouth is butter. It's butter for you, baby," she whispered.

"Oh, God damn you!" Robert groaned. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers clutching her hair, and pulled her mouth back onto his dripping prick.

He watched in the mirror as Anne sucked savagely on his giant prick. She jiggled his balls with one hand and her other started a slow shake on his stiff cock. She jacked his prick and sucked. She watched herself in the mirror. The sight of the fat prick in her mouth excited her. Her pussy creamed and dampened her tight panties.

"Suck me, Anne!" Robert sobbed. "Suck my prick, you hot little bitch!"

Anne looked absolutely ravishing in the mirror as she gulped his cock. Robert's body was twitching, and she knew he was on the edge of climax. She loved it when she did this to a man. She liked the way they turned to putty. She licked, sucked, kissed, and jacked his cock. She was voracious, as though she'd been starving for cockmeat.

Robert watched in the mirror. He brought both hands behind her pretty head, entwined his fingers in her hair, caressed her neck, and moaned.

Then he came.

Anne jerked his cock wildly against her open mouth. The cockhead bulged and showered her with a riptide of thick cock cream. A flood of jizz sprayed her mouth and splattered her lips.

"Ah, oh, baby fuck!" Robert yelled.

His prick splashed another thunderstorm of cock cream into Anne's mouth. Big thick rivers of cum trailed down her lovely cheeks. Thick gobs of cum clung to her mouth.

She pumped wildly, lost control, and the monster cock snapped back against his belly and spit out more cum. A fountain of cock cream gushed in an arc and sloshed into Anne's hair.

"Anne! Anne! Anne!" he howled.

Anne grabbed at the cum-spurting prick, got both hands on it, pulled down and jacked as though she were shaking a tumbler of martinis.

"Oh, shit, I'm cumming!" her husband yelled.

And Anne loved it. She cherished a heaving, jizz-spraying cock. She sucked it back inside her mouth, sucked the last of his jizz as it surged from the head of his cock. She swallowed a sticky load, then felt another glop shoot at the roof of her mouth.

Robert watched in the mirror. Anne watched in the mirror, too, adoring the sight, her face soaked with dripping cock cream. She bobbed on the slushing prick, sucked wildly until Robert quaked and shuddered. He clutched the sink for balance as he hit the crest. It left him gasping, panting for breath. Anne licked at the thick streams of cum dripping from her lips. Robert radiated in the tingle of his climax. Anne relished the bath of cum.

Anne stood up. Robert ran his fingers through the cum on her lips, then he kissed her warmly, lovingly. His hand danced into her panties and his finger slipped into her sopping cunt. He finger-fucked her pussy as he licked the cum from Anne's face. She shook violently.

"Eat my pussy," she gasped.

Robert knelt in front of her. Anne watched in the mirror as he hooked his thumbs in her panties and tugged them down over the lush thatch of cunt hair between her thighs. He pulled the thin panties down around her knees and pressed his face into her cunt. His tongue lapped wildly at her pussy slit.

"Yeah!" Anne gulped.

Robert opened his mouth wide and sucked her pussy.

"Oh, yeah! Suck my cunt!" Anne sighed hotly, her words steaming out of her mouth in a throaty hiss.

Robert clutched the cheeks of her fine ass, a dream ass, sculptured round, hill, as if it had been chipped to perfection and one more slip of the chisel would have ruined the effect. He caressed the smooth tight skin, pushed at it and mashed her pussy to his face. He sucked and licked at her cunt hungrily.

"Yeah, you dirty bastard. That's it. Suck my cunt!" Anne growled as she watched in the mirror.

"I love you," Robert gurgled.

"You damn well better. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you," Anne said. "You better love me. You better eat my oh, shit! Oh, God yeah like that! Oh, Bob!"