He smiled at her. "Yeah. What a bitch."
"There's nothing that says I can't move around for both of us, darling," she smiled, unbuttoning her robe. She slipped it from her shoulders, and it slid the length of her body and puddled softly on the floor. She stood naked and proud and let his eyes go over her body again and again.
She came onto the bed and kissed his lips. She felt his prick stiffen under her hand, and she jacked it slowly.
"You're going to kill me off," he rasped huskily.
"That I am," she said.
She kissed his jaw. She moved her lips to his neck, to his chest. She went lower, kissing his stomach. She knelt beside his hips and held his prick erect and bent over it. She kissed the tip of it with her soft lips. She parted them, then, and sucked the velvety head of his cock between them.
"Vera!" he gasped. "Honey, you don't have to, Ohhhh,… don't, darling, don't."
She glanced up at him without taking her mouth from his prick. She sucked on it. She used her tongue, feeling his cock throb in her mouth. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She'd never sucked a prick off before. All she could recall was what Sally had done to Roger. It seemed to be right. Thorne's prick swelled and bucked in her mouth, and he did a lot of groaning.
"Honey-what are you doing!" he gasped.
"Killing you off," she smiled.
He laughed once and winced with pain. "Why, Vera-you don't have to do it that way. Ohhhhh, just spread your pussy and sit on my prick and let me fuck it up into you."
"Huh-uh," she said, playing with him with her fingers. "It's the only cherry I've got left. I'm going to give it to you, darling. The way things have been going, I think I'd better do it fast."
"Oh, it's all over, Vera-all over."
"I know. That is. But we're just beginning, Thorn; you and I. Oh, I'm so happy!"
"Mrs. Bundt," he said, testing the flavor of it on his lips. "Straddle my cock, Mrs. Bundt, and let me bunt your pussy around a little."
"Later," she smiled.
She sucked in her breath and looked at the fiery knob throbbing at her. She opened her mouth. She snuggled down beside his hip, slipping his prick between her lips again and drawing on it.
He began to gasp after a moment, and she could feel the life and need pulsing through his prick. She bobbed her head. She did the best she could, with no practice.
It was good enough. He put his hands on her head to push her away. She swept them off and bobbed up and down on his dick, making him flick her mouth.
His hips lifted. She felt his cock pulse wildly, felt the big eye in his prickhead open and his warm, slippery sperm spurt into her mouth. He yelled. He pumped and pumped, and it was more than she could hold. She swallowed quickly, making room in her mouth for mare of his cum.
It wasn't bad. She could get used to it. For him, she could get used to anything.
"Darling, darling!" she gasped, snaking up his body, kissing his stomach, his bandage, his lips. His tongue twirled in her mouth, sharing his own flavor with her, just as she would kiss him after he had sucked her pussy.
She spread her thighs wide. She slid down his body. Her pussy was already sucking and squeezing, her pelvis rocking, searching for the head of his prick.
She found it. She captured it between her puffy pussylips. She sank down, sliding along his body, feeling his cock go up her cunt. She shuddered and clung to him and let a quick orgasm sweep through