From where the handsome professor stood between her legs, he could look down and gaze unhindered at all of her pinkly spread pussy, stretched open to expose its coral smoothness and tiny clitoral bud, her twitching vaginal lips swollen with arousal and glistening with droplets of warm cuntal secretions like dew on the petals of a fragrant rose. Jesus! All he had to do was lower his swimsuit and fuck his cock straight ahead! His lust-hardened penis would be in direct line with that darker pink cuntal passage begging like a hungry mouth to feed upon his lewdly sawing fingers! He couldn't remember when the sight of a naked pussy had excited him more! He had to have her! He had to fuck now or his balls would explode like hand grenades!

Maddening patterns of indecency continued to consume the sensation-filled woman. She could feel the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her moist cuntal furrow stimulated with Russ' ever burrowing fingers, and she groaned from deep in her throat as his probing fingertips teased every fiber of her fully exposed pussy.

She was furious at her lack of control with this rapacious man. But still she undulated her desire-maddened thighs in helpless response as Russ Redford stood teasingly between them, splaying her trembling legs wider apart until one bare foot rubbed up and down the walnut surface of the dresser drawers with unrestrained passion. She knew in dazed, subconscious anguish that the sight of her nakedly splayed loins was inflaming Russ with brutal craving, but somehow the forbidden pleasure of being viewed by this man only increased her unwanted desires. She whipped her dark hair from side to side and ground her warmly quivering buttocks down harshly against the littered desk in a futile effort, her lips tightly clenched.