She pushes the envelope

I was speechless. The woman of so many masturbation fantasies, hell of two so far today, was slowly wanking my dick, asking me where I wanted to fuck her and then where I wanted to cum.

"Now James, now is NOT the time to get all scared and confused," Ms. Melba said. "You need to tell me if you're going to fuck my pussy," she said and took my dick down her throat, sliding the bulbous head down her throat, past her tonsils, and did it without hesitation. It slid free and she kept jerking slowly, using her fresh coat of spit as lube. "You need to tell me if you're going to fuck my tight little ass," she said, and again sucked his rod down her throat. She came up again, her eyes burning into mine. "You need to tell me if you want to fuck these tits you've been dreaming of jerking off over," she said and bobbed three times on my dick, moaning the whole time. This time my head popped free from her lips loudly and she gasped for air when she was clear. "Or am I just going to suck your dick and finger my pussy while you decide? That's fine with me, James, I LOVE a good load of cum swimming in my stomach," Mrs. Melba said, purring as she swallowed my dick again and started bobbing like a pro.

"But if we're going to continue this in the future, you need to take me, James, you have to fuck me. Make me fucking yours and you can fuck me whenever you want, where ever you want, no matter what. That is your fantasy, isn't it, Jimmy?" she said, her eyes narrowing to slits as she rubbed my cock on her cheeks, smearing her spit all over her made-up face. "I know it's been mine for years now," she added and stood up.

"Now fuck this body. Use it. Fuck it hard, fill me up, and make me dirty, you fucking stud," she commanded and stood up, keeping her fist moving on my prick but otherwise not moving an inch.