Delta Blues

His bloated balls dragged along the mattress. He moved into position and kissed her on the lips. His cockhead was sliding up her cunt, not directed toward the hole but cutting up at right angles so that the knob came pushing out above her cuntal mound and the underside of the fat stalk was clamped along her gash. Her cuntlips slurped on his shaft, as if trying to drag him in sideways. Jack took his weight on his hands, bracing them beside her shoulders, and lifted his torso up. Sarah looked down between their bodies. She saw the head of his dick sprouting from her crotch, the big purple slab flaring out and the veins pulsing where they merged into the delta of his bi-valved peckerhead. Her lips trembled and parted. The pink tip of her tongue slipped across her lower lip. Her eyes blazed, changing from sky-blue to a hot, smoky violet, as if the sight of his cock had played the catalyst, the image rebounding into her blue orbs had stamped her with lust and rung the changes of desire. As he looked down and saw this transformation in her countenance, Jack was once again certain that his girl would have dearly loved to abandon herself to passion and lust ...»