Shivering with excitement as hot juices leaked out of her cunt, Rhoda slowly lowered his zipper. After a short struggle, she finally hauled his blue-veined prick out of his open fly.

"Oh, Barry," she whispered, leaning down and swiping her wet tongue across the flat surface of his lust-swollen prick-head. "Am I gonna get some of this beauty?"

"If that's what you want," he panted. "You're gonna get every fuckin' inch of it."

"Then let's go inside," she giggled, jumping up and taking his hand. "I've never felt so fuckin' hot in my life."

Stuffing his prick back in his pants, Barry followed the beautiful redhead into her apartment.

"Will you excuse me while I fix us another drink?" She smiled, slowly leaving the room.

Resting his head back against the couch, Barry closed his eyes, feeling relaxed from his first drink. Hearing a movement in the room a few moments later, he opened his eyes to see Rhoda standing in front of him. She was a beautiful sight to behold in an almost transparent black negligee.

He could vaguely see the outline of her large nipples through the thin material, and the shadow of her pubic hair was also faintly visible. Her face was framed by her long red hair, and she looked lovelier than he'd ever seen her. The sheer black gown clung seductively to every curve on her beautiful young body.

"Like it?" she whispered, doing a little pirouette in front of him.

"God, yes!" he panted.

"I'm glad," whispered the beautiful redhead, sitting next to him on the couch, her curvaceous body only inches from his.

Smiling, she handed him his drink.

"What would, you like to drink to?" he asked her.

"How about a hot fuck," she murmured, looking him straight in the eye as she spoke.

"I'll sure drink to that!" He grinned, lifting his glass.