"Oh, my God!" she cried heatedly.

Her pussy-mouth jumped and spasmed around the tip of his finger. She felt the slick nylon of her panties being pressed into her puffy, drenched gash, and she knew there was no way she could back out of it now.

What was worse, she didn't want to back out of it. She wanted that big cock up her sweltering cunt!

"Olihhhh, Logan-do it! Take my panties off! Stick that thing inside me!

Ahhhhh, God, I want it!"

He leaned towards her, his prick throbbing. He fixed his gaze on her soft, slack lips. He saw the tip of her pink tongue just inside the white, even line of her teeth.

"Then take it, Chris," he whispered.

She stared at the slitted knob. She saw the gleam of oil there. She watched him angle the strong prick-shaft right towards her parted lips. She licked the soft surfaces. She felt hypnotized. She felt as if she were going to suck his cock into "Ohhhhh, take them off, Logan!" she gasped, turning her head to the side again, her chest heaving with her quick breaths.

He slid his hands up the outsides of her hips, pushing the skirt high, baring her slick white bikini panties. He kneaded her hips, his fingers curling around towards the firm meat of her ass- cheeks. her mouth against her will, even though it was her pussy- mouth that screamed for it.

"Ohhhhhh, no, Logan-no!" she gasped finally. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!"

He backed away after a moment's reluctance. He let out a small sigh of resignation that she didn't catch and sat on the edge of the sofa near her churning hips. His prick throbbed at the sight of her red, pursed lips.

That, too, could come later…

Chris moaned and opened her thighs shamelessly, letting him see the dark wetness flowing from her cunt-gap, the puffy mounds of her bloated, parted pussy-lips, the little crinkles her honey- yellow pubes made.