They switch it up

Ronnie couldn't believe it. His swollen member filled her throat as Ole Man Porter slam-fucked her cunt like he was driving nails. He closed his eyes, and tried not to cum too soon. Her warm, squirming mouth; the violent shaking from the massive cock inside of her, and her barely opened, unseeing eyes combined to send him to the edge...

...Candy dreamed she was on a rocking chair, but it was made of a slick, sapping type of wood. Her legs were spread and something very warm was pressed into her pussy over and over. In her dream, she imagined it to be a warm, soft, sappy branch. The feeling in her mouth was that of swallowing a gulf after gulp of coffee...

"Goddamn her mouth is nice! Wanna switch, ole' man?" Ronnie said, burying his cock down her throat. The old man looked up at her smooth neck and open lips.

"Yeah, sure kid." he said as he pulled out. Ronnie shuffled passed him as they switched positions. Her pussy was dripping wet and her hips were slowly rising and falling. He gasped as her cunt nearly sucked his prick into itself as he slipped his dick into her.

Old Man Porter found her mouth slightly open and tried to press his massive cockhead into it. She turned away in her sleep, so he went to the other side to try and push it in from the other angle. Again, she turned away from it, mumbling.

"Bitch don't want it..." he mumbled, looking up to see Ronnie fucking away with fast, hard pumps between her splayed legs. "What'll I do?" He asked. "Damn massive thing ruinin' my plans!" he said, slugging back more whiskey as Ronnie sucked her right nipple into his mouth.

"Plenty of things to fuck. She's got tits and and ass, old man." he grunted as his heavy balls slapped hard against her.