Ellen lay in bed, the bed sheets pushed to one side, a look of sheer contentment on her face. The window was open, the sound of birds singing outside, the curtains gently billowing as the warm spring air flowed in. Ellen was naked, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. Josh had just left. It was 6:00 a.m. They'd spent the night and morning fucking like horny teenagers. Ellen's hand moved down to her still swollen pussy...

The cock tasted good. All cock tasted good as far as Ellen was concerned. Well, so long as it was clean. And this cock was clean. Clean, hard and cut. She loved cut cocks. The ridge where the helmet met the shaft was more defined and felt good when it moved in and out of her mouth. A slight salty taste of pre-cum washed around her mouth. She loved that taste almost as much as a full mouth of cum, the prospect of which mad...