She lay completely back and looked up at the ceiling, and there he was, reflected in the mirror, also lying flat on his back, his arms and legs spread out at 45 degree angles, the redhead bending over him, running her fingers and tongue over his body.

She watched fascinated as she took another deep drag on her cigarette, and she could feel a tightening in her stomach as she could not take her eyes off this strange woman making love to her man! She twisted her body slightly as the redhead's mouth closed around Frankie's erect penis and she began sucking noisily, greedily, like a starved woman. She could see him raise his hips, trying to force more of his manhood into her eager, moist mouth, his own mouth opening and closing with short, hot gasps as she mouthed his hard phallus. Cynthia was so caught up in what was going on that she barely noticed Al's hands begin to run over the full, smooth curve of her breasts and begin to massage the soft, supple flesh between his fingers, pinching at the nipples until they stood up erectly, proudly.

"Aaaaggghhhh," she moaned softly, wriggling her body underneath his touch, but not taking her eyes away from the spectacle she was viewing on the ceiling mirror. She could feel the desire building up in her own body, wanting, needing, but completely oblivious to whomever it was creating this desperate urge. Al rolled his body over so that he lay pressed tightly against the length of her body and she could feel the beat from his erect, thick penis as it jerked against her hip. Casually, she let one of her hands close around his thick, throbbing staff and massaged it gently, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the hardened pole of flesh.

Frankie looked as though he were about to climax when the redhead stopped her voracious mouthing and moved up his body until her legs were straddling his hips and she lowered herself onto his long, thick penis.