She began to unbuckle his belt. "Oh, I'm going to love this," she said. Her hands moved slowly, teasingly – teasing herself as much as she was teasing Bill, prolonging the baring of that massive prick for which she was lusting, savoring the pleasure of the anticipation.

His belt slid free.

She began tugging at the clasp of his zipper, inching it down millimeter by millimeter.

"I want to empty your balls, Bill," she whispered.

His cock lurched mightily, threatening to tear right through the fabric of his fly.

"I'll take it in my mouth, darling," she whispered. "The first time. I'll let you shoot in my mouth and I'll swallow all that hot, thick, delicious cum – I'll milk you dry and drink it all, Bill! Oh! I want to! I want to suck you off! My mouth is watering for your prick, darling – I'm starving for your jism!"

Her erotic words were every bit as exciting as the feel of her caressing hands. Bill's prick began to throb and pound violently. He felt light headed, as if so much blood had rushed into his cock that his brain was starved for oxygen – as starved as this delicious redhead was for his hot load of cum. He squirmed around in the chair. She bowed her head over him, her fiery tresses brushing over his crotch. He placed one hand against her cheek, stroking gently.

Rebecca drew the zipper down all the way. His cock charged out, naked and thundering.

It had felt bigger than it looked when it was encased in his trousers, but now Rebecca gave a little squeal of joy as she saw how truly massive that prick was. She drew back slightly, so that she could gaze at it as she anticipated the pleasure before her. The head of his cock was flaring out from the stalk, flushed purple, throbbing. The cleft was parted and a dribble of preliminary spunk glistened on the hot meat. Bill arched his back, pushing his prick towards her face.