"Mmmmmm- Oh, shit!" Joanne heard Bob say as he stopped at the doorway and peered into her room. She could feel his eyes crawling over her body as she tried to keep her eyes closed. Joanne heard his breathing grow heavy and uneven as she slowly drew her knees up and splayed her thighs even farther apart. She pretended to be having a wet dream, slowly rolling on the bed and grinding her wet labes together as tiny gasps came out of her mouth.

"Shit! Fuckin' shit!" Bob whispered hoarsely.

Joanne couldn't take it any more. She realized that the teen would probably just stand at the doorway unless he knew that she wasn't having a dream at all. She mustered up every ounce of courage she could, then opened her eyes and stretched out her arms.

"Come here. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me!" Joanne whispered hotly as she dropped her knees and hunched up her pussy.

"Huh?" Bob cried out, reeling back drunkenly. "Oh, please, please! Don't leave me like this," Joanne begged him, dropping her right hand and trailing her fingers lightly across a slick, tightly stretched cunt-lip.

"But, but…" Bob stammered as he held onto the doorway and stared drunkenly at her gaping gash.

"Jeeeesus, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Joanne moaned over and over and she dipped her fingers in and out of her sucking snatch rhythmically.

"Fuck, you're fuckin' right I will!" Bob almost shouted as he stumbled into the bedroom and started pulling at his shirt.

"Shut the door!" Joanne whispered nervously as she watched Bob unbutton his shirt. Her heart nearly tore through her rib cage as she saw his broad, muscular, hairy chest come into view. It was everything she'd imagine it would be.

"Don't like a crowd?" Bob sneered, turning around and slamming the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.