Virginia reached down and cupped one open hand over her cunt slot, holding herself as if she were trying to keep her creamy juices from escaping, to contain her passion. She sank very slowly down to the floor, kneeling over her hand. She began to fondle her explosive tit tips with the other hand, pulling and rolling the taut nuggets.

She was afraid that Jimmy would hear the panting sound of her heavy breathing and stifled moans. But Jimmy, panting heavily himself, was blissfully unaware that he was under such keen observation.

He stretched out, his back arched deeply and his ass perched on the edge of the chair, with his legs extended to the floor, slightly parted. His neck was craned down as he stared at his vibrant cock. His hard-on was so huge that Jimmy was almost intimidated by it. His heels drummed on the floor and his ass squirmed on the seat.

His left hand slid down, curled around and cupped his swollen balls. As he fondled them, another glob of slimy cum squeezed from his piss hole, lathering the tip of his cockhead with quicksilvery fluid.

His right hand moved down towards his groin, slowly and tentatively, almost warily. He looked like a member of a bomb squad, cautiously approaching that smoldering stick of dynamite to defuse it.

His fingers closed around his cock at the thick root. He held his cockrod in his fist for a moment, squeezing and making the prick-knob flare. Then he gave his long prick a slow pushpull. His fist slid up towards the cockhead, then pushed back down towards his balls. As he stroked up, his foreskin curled over the ledge of his cock crown, and as he pumped back down that naked slab flared out like the head of a hooded cobra ready to strike, a fangless cobra with non-lethal venom bubbling out.