"I hear you. I ain't got banged yet today," Bambi Starr said.

"It is one o'clock in the afternoon," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have been trying to cut back on my fucking," she said.

"I don't believe the words I am hearing," Franklin Prattford said.

"I have to admit though, I diddled myself this morning."

"You are an addict, face it," Franklin Prattford said, laughing.

"It is true. I can't get enough orgasms," she said.

"It is a pity really. It is kind of sad," he said.

"What makes you say an awful thing like that?" she said.

"You can never know true satisfaction, can you?" he said.

"No, I suppose, I suppose I can't," Bambi Starr stammered.

"That's a shame. You may never be happy," Franklin Prattford said.

"I find happiness in the pursuit of happiness," the girl said.

The cute little slut and Franklin Prattford got completely nude.

"Ummmmmmmmm, I sure do love that pecker of yours," she said.

"My cock loves you. See? The stiff guy is waving hello."

"Maybe the stiff guy wants me to shake hands with him, huh?"

"Maybe," Franklin Prattford responded, quite breathlessly.

Bambi Starr reached down and made a fist around his cock.

"Yeah, that feels nice, real nice," Franklin Prattford said.

The cute little slut gave the pecker a gingerly tug. He moaned.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, I want my dick inside your cunt," Franklin exclaimed.

"Let's get to it. How are we going to fuck?" Bambi Starr inquired.

"I think I want to fuck in an imaginative position," he said.

"I have one in mind if you are taking suggestions," she said.

"Shoot. My mind is coming up a blank," Franklin Prattford said.

"If I sit in that chair and you kneel before me…" she said.