Jacked Off With Feet

Licked her underside along the posterior commis­sure running in a folded seam of skin delineating her perineum.
Suckering the slick patch between the lower rim of her anus and her pubic patch.
"Are you ready for this?" Ramona twitched the hair trigger of her revolver.
Yancey chuckled into nothingness.
"That one wasn't there either, sister," Yancey said as Ramona waved the gun above her sweat-drenched hair.
"Not fair," Ramona leered. "1 must have taken two out. But no doubt the next one—"
"1 saw from the other end of the magazine when you were pointing it at me. The rest are filled. But they're blanks."
"Thanks."
Ramona pulled the trigger.
Bla-aaam!
Dried timbers shook at the top of the room. She fingered another.
Booo-ooooom!
Noises from the next room.
"I should tell you, Yancey, about those cartridges Uncle Roy had made up—look like blank ones but loaded with small-gauge buckshot."
Ramona strutted her butt in front of Yancey's face, twirled on her toes and slunk spread-legged into place.
Buckled to the deck of the table as Yancey bent to gobble up enormous quaffs of her cunt come straight from her flews.
"Oooooh."
Ramona jacked off Yancey with her feet as he reached deeper inside of her cuntal squint with lingual lunges. Ramona had great breasts. They were not the biggest in the world but they were a nice shape.
"Unh unh."
Yancey trimmed Ramona's clitoris above the forest of her thighs with high snide rises and falls of his entire oral assemblage.
He danced his tapered tonguetip across the face of her clitflesh.
"Yes-sssss."
Took clit between his incisors. Clicked his teeth tightly.
"Enini."
Sucked the clitbud with bellowing action of his facecheeks. Strafing pinkmeat to tenderness such that it sang.
Then Yancey's mouthlips twanged Ramona's clitmeat while she moved her own mouth maniac­ally and soundlessly.
Wordlessly.
Eternally speechless.
Abruptly she screeched:
"Aiiiiinh!"
Ramona spiraled off into orgasmic oblivion. Fidgeting digits clawed her clit.
She loaded her labia into Yancey's muttering maw as he sawed into her with barracuda grin. Lifting her hinders, Yancey stoked a couple of fingers into Ramona's buttery asshole.
Cuntbroth boiled.
Juices oiled her innertubes.
Yancey cockhead roiled with the energy of hard-on white-hotness. His ballocks were blown up like beachhalls.
Ramona pawed his gonads.
ran her fingers at his anus and suckered along the insides of his thighs about his kneecaps as Yancey sucked Ramona's paps.
Puckering his mouth about her boobs. Sucking them down.
Stretching them out.
"Owl-Snapping them back onto her boobcage.
Yancey began sputtering along Ramona's ribs. One thumb up Ramona's bum.
The other hooked onto the cuff of his discarded pants, which he had just drawn up behind him with one of his big toes.
Yancey torqued Ramona's body about.
"Bullshit," she spat directly into his teeth. "Motherfucker," right into his eyes.
Half blinded by Ramona's spittle, Yancey gave up the quest for his gun and went instead for the pistol in Ramona's hand.