Kevin gets what he sort.

As Mara recovered herself, Kevin undid the buttons on his pants and started to slide them down over his hips exposing himself. Mara’s rubbing of his bulge had gone unfocused as she’d approached climax until she’d forgotten what she was doing entirely. Kevin had been able to get his trousers down around his knees without her even noticing.

“Mara, baby, how about returning the favour?” Kevin asked her.

There were no protestations to come, Mara opening her heavy-lidded eyes and taking in Kevin’s partial nakedness. From muscle memory she leaned over, bringing her face closer to Kevin’s hard cock and then swallowing it all in one motion.

“Shit! That’s it,” Kevin called as Mara did what she did best. His head lolling back against the rear headrest.

In his lap, Mara’s head started to bob up and down. Her cheeks drew in on her face as she suckled at Kevin’s cock. Soft slurping noises came trickling up as air escaped Mara’s lips in her nodding motion.

She was a good cock sucker. It was something she took pride in. Mara really did love sucking dick. It seemed like the most logical and natural thing in the world for her to suck Kevin off in return for making her cum so capably. Hugh was a long distant forgotten memory right now. It was just her and Kevin and a repeat of so many times in their past. Why had she even stopped fooling around with him? Mara couldn’t remember. She had other things on her mind and in her mouth.

Bunching up Mara’s long dark hair in his hands, Kevin looked down at the sexy woman slobbering on his knob. He couldn’t believe she’d been so easy to get again. All this from some bullshit with her boyfriend. Man fuck that guy! Kevin had never met him and didn’t want to. The guy was a little bitch for not holding his woman down.

Locked around the base of Kevin’s cock, Mara gurgled and choked for just a second. Fat man junk blocking off her windpipe and access to oxygen. She suppressed the urge to retch, sliding back off Kevin’s meat for a split second before returning to slurping dick right again.

“Fuck! You’re so damn good at this!” Kevin exclaimed, forcing Mara’s head down in his lap even deeper and longer than she’d been doing by herself. The noises coming from her getting even more strained.

With his spare hand, Kevin grabbed at the back of Mara’s tracksuit pants and pulled them down off her butt, her panties caught with his fist and the rest of the soft material. Bending over, he gave her ass an appreciative rub before slapping it hard and loudly.

“Mmmppfff!” Mara tried to scream but her lips were sealed at that second.

Kevin’s middle finger found Mara’s tight little arsehole and gave it a tickle. Pressing hard against the tightened muscle but not enough to **** his way inside. Mara’s bum gave a lift to get out of the way but Kevin caught her by one cheek and then reached deeper again for Mara’s pussy. She was every bit as wet and hot as when he’d been fingering her before. Probably even more so. It would feel so good to fuck Mara right now. Kevin wanted to be balls deep inside her slutty cunt.

“Hold up girl,” Kevin said trying to lift Mara’s face up away from his cock. “You gotta let me fuck you.”