Glenn Marks faced her, his huge prick throbbing fiercely in his pants. The redhead's eyes smoldered on the obvious bulge of his crotch, her ripe lips wet and slightly parted. Her luscious tits rose and fell to a rapid, panting rhythm in her tightly clinging summer dress. For a moment the only sound was the traffic roaring by their motel room on the outskirts of town.

"Kneel down and unzip my fly," Glenn said in a hoarse voice.

Her green eyes widened with shock. She couldn't have been more than twenty-one or two, and they'd met just twenty minutes before, but it wasn't her age that bothered Glenn. What he really craved was a lush, blonde like his on beautifully curved daughter, Becky. Glenn quickly tried to push that thought aside as too dangerous. But it clung fiercely like a burning obsession.

"Go ahead," Glenn said harshly to the redhead.

Moving hesitantly, the redhead came over to where he stood by the bed. She slipped off her heels and, trembling wildly, knelt in front of him. Her fingers shook as she groped with his fly, slipping a soft warm hand in to clutch his hot coiled meat. Glenn sucked in his breath as she brought his hard prick out, her fist already beginning to stroke gently. She stared with fascination at the tiny white drop oozing out of his red knob. Glenn gripped her shimmering hair in his hands.

"Lick it up," he urged.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she nudged her mouth forward and her pink wet tongue shot out to lap up the salty drop. A soft moan of excitement came from her throat, and she quickly began sliding her warm mouth back and forth on his pulsating cock. Glenn grunted loudly with pleasure and stared down at her heaving tits as she began blowing him in earnest, her excitement soaring at the size and heat of his rigid prick.