"Me, too, baby." Judy leaned forward, her hair, loose, obscuring Carl's view and he drew his breath in on a hiss as he felt her lips close softly round his prick, exhaling noisily as he felt her mouth moving down, her tongue moving lazily across as he went down. She took him deep, then came slowly back up, letting him escape from her mouth with a soft 'pop'. She sighed. "You taste good, baby." Her mouth closed over him again, and again she slid down, and then back up. But this time she went straight back down. Slowly, Judy developed a rhythm, going down, her lips pursed, coming up, gripping...