She lay still, eyes closed and body limp. He could do whatever he wanted. She wanted it too.

He leaned over and kissed and sucked her tits briefly. Her nipples were crimson and long and rubbery with excitement.

She moaned when he tongued his way down her perspiration-moist cleavage to her belly. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel and she trembled with uncontrollable passion.

He peeled her panties down and held them up to his nose. He inhaled deeply and smiled lewdly. Then he tossed the lust-soaked garment onto the floor.

She writhed her ass on the bed as his fingers combed through her muff. Her beaver was thick and dark and curly. Now it was wet with pussy dew as well and the moisture soon covered his fingers.

After caressing her for a few moments he rose up and she watched him undress. His movements were abrupt and masculine. There was strength in the sound of his zipper sliding down and the thud when his shoes fell to the floor.

His cock was big. It tilted up from his belly like the weapon it was. His cockhead was big and dark red and the slit in the tip dripped whitish cream.

He knelt before her, watching her admire his dick. "Do you like it?" He knew women. He'd never met one who wasn't impressed by his big prick.

"Yes, I like it," she said in a husky voice. He inched closer and tilted his cock forward so the tip touched her belly. "It won't bite. You can touch it."

As he spoke he spread her thighs and crawled between her legs. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up.

He paused when her legs were draped over his shoulders and her cunt gaped open. "Now that's what I call a gash," he chuckled.

"Oh, Mike, I can't help myself," she said. "Don't try," he said curtly.

"What if Jim and Carla come home early and find, us here?"

Hr ignored her words. "I'm going to fuck your pussy."