Her body throbbed. She stopped the car in the driveway and shut everything off. A tiny whimper popped from her smeared lips and she sank into the seat for a moment. Her pussy pulsed inside her soggy panties. She squeezed her thighs together, thinking about the hard cock that rammed into her hungry hole only a few minutes before, pumping a gusher of hot come into her cunt. Finally swinging her high heels to the concrete, she locked the car and crossed to the stoop and paused. Her fingers searched her purse for a moment and then extracted the translucent latex. Her long fingers weighed the milky contents in the yellow porch light. A tingle ran though her as she remembered his jerking cock filling the rubber with his first load of come. She made up a story about no pills and he had consented to use the rubber. She shivered and hurriedly untied the knot in the tube and holding the top open, sniffed the pungent odor of come. For one final minute she looked at the thick, still warm liquid then she tipped the rubber and poured the love juice into her open mouth and rolled it slowly on her tongue. The tangy flavor permeated her palate and she held the still warm love juice captive in her mouth.

She unlocked the side door and stepped inside. Holding the strong flavored come in her mouth, she paused and listened. The soft sounds of the TV bobbed through the house. She crossed the kitchen and paused in the dinning room. He was sitting nude on the carpet, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. The VCR whirred softly. On the TV screen, a large cock plunged slowly onto a hairy pussy and slowly pulled out to the head. She could see his hand stroking at his lap as he gazed at the fucking on the screen.

Her high heel clicked on the narrow expanse of bare floor at the dinning room floor. His head swiveled and he smiled at her. His fingers were circling the head of his rigid cock, slowly massaging the head. For a moment she gazed at his swollen cock, the purple head appearing between his thumb and fingers then disappearing.