Her fingers slid under the waistband and pushed. The panties foiled down her hips. They slid off her pussy-mound, baring the honey-yellow curls over it.

The nylon clung to her sticky, soaked pussy-lips and tugged gently. She lifted her legs, bending her knees. She rolled the panties down the slim, trim, long legs and let them slip from her fingers to the floor.

"There!" she gasped, lifting her head enough to look at him through hooded eyes. She put one leg over his head and rested her foot on the floor, opening her cunt to him shamelessly. "Ohhhhh, God, there! Fuck me! God, fuck me!"

Logan looked at her spread pussy. He saw the parted lips, bloated and drenched, soft and silky on the inner surfaces, pink with heat. He saw the sparse thatch of hair over her twat, and his prick pounded at the way he could look right through the covering, as if it weren't even there.

Her pubes hid nothing. Rather, they were like frosting on the delectable meat of her honeyed cunt. If her face looked young, then her cunt was even younger-like a little girl's freshly sprouting patch of fuzz.

His prick throbbed and beat. He licked his lips and stared fixedly at the sight of her youthful twat, and he scooped his hands under her naked ass, lifting her hips high.

"Ohhhh, Logan!" she gasped.

He fairly dove at her cunt. His tongue was already thrusting between his lips when his face came against her twat and his tongue speared into her gash and twirled.

"Ahhhh, God!" Chris cried, bucking upward, her cheeks tightening to hard knots in his hands.

His tongue slurped and twirled over her pussy. It darted into her watering cunt-mouth and stabbed deep through the slippery, silken folds.