"Craig, honey," she whimpered, "why go on torturing each other? Let's go to my room!"

He instantly released her nipples from his sucking mouth and gave an impatient sigh. "Jodie, for the last time, no. I want everything to be right and perfect with us. I am not taking you to bed, and that's final!"

Jodie barely choked back a sob of frustration. "Then get me off some other way," she begged hoarsely. "Please, Craig, I can't stand another night like this, being left horny. You can at least do that much for me."

His expression softened, and he said gently, "Yes, Jodie, I guess you're right. I could to that much for you."

He slid his hand up under her skirt and tugged down her little bikini panties. Rolling her skirt up out of the way, he stared at her neat little copper-colored cunt-bush. Jodie was too insanely horny to be shy, and she opened her thighs and exposed the soaked pink flesh of her pussy.

She felt his cock give a hard buck in her fist, and she was glad. At least he was experiencing the same frustration she was. Then he reached out and slipped his long stiff middle finger between the furry lips of her cunt-bush, caressing the slippery hot cunt-flesh inside. Jodie felt instant pleasure.

"Yes, Craig, play with me!" she moaned. "Make me come!"

Once more his prick tried to tear its way out of her fist, and she hoped he was just as maddeningly horny as she was. She pumped his cock-meat steadily while he explored between her legs with his stiff finger. She soaked his finger with uncontrollable spurts of molten cunt-cream.

Then he went to the most sensitive and receptive spot of all, the throbbing button of her clit. He pressed his fingertip to her pulsating bud and started rubbing it in a circular motion. He was very confident and skilled. He'd been around, all right, and he knew just how to get a woman off.