Mike almost fell off the chair when he casually glanced up and saw Bonnie's naked cunt directly in front of his eyes.

"Well," she nonchalantly said, slowly swinging her legs, aware that the motion was imperceptibly opening and closing her juicy pussylips. "You haven't told me what you've been doing lately."

"Just goofing around," he gulped, momentarily tearing his gaze away from her delicious cunt.

Bonnie was pleased to see his cock throbbing against the front of his pants. The cute blonde knew she was going to get him to fuck her before, the evening was over, but right now she wanted to tease him for a while.

"What are you staring at?" she suddenly asked.

"Nothin'," he said, quickly raising his gaze from her creamy cunt.

"You were, too," Bonnie giggled. "You were staring at my pussy."

"Maybe I was," he defended. "But why in the hell are you running around without pants on?"

"I can't help it," she whispered in a hurt voice as she reached down between her legs and lightly rubbed her cunt. "This weather makes my pussy itch so much that I can't stand wearing them."

Mike's boner began throbbing more urgently in his pants as he watched Bonnie's finger sliding up and down over the slippery pink flesh of her open cuntlips. He'd never seen such an incredible erotic sight in his life.

"Mike," she suddenly asked, hopping down in front of him and raising her skirt. "Will you scratch it for me? My nails are too long."

"You won't get mad at me if I do?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "But don't get any funny ideas."

When Mike made no attempt to touch her pussy, she took his hand and lightly brushed his finger across her juicy snatch.