"Oh babe, you're as hot as a pancake griddle," Bob said, looking down at Kathy, obviously enjoying her writhing, snaking contortions on the floor.

"Jesus, you gonna talk or fuck?" Kathy moaned. She couldn't believe that she was talking like some massage parlor slut. Her pussy was all that mattered now. All she could think about was Bob Decker's cock and her straining, aching clit. They had to fuck, put out the fire that was burning up her quivering snatch.

Bob sank to his knees and crawled between her widely splayed legs. Bob moved up until he was straddling Kathy, and started nuzzling her jutting tits. He licked the hot flesh of her tit, jabbing his tongue hard against the tip. Then he engulfed her hard nipple with his hot, wet mouth.

"Fuck!" Kathy groaned, hunching up her knees even harder as she felt Bob's teeth sink gently into her sensitive nipple-flesh. She could feel the tip of his hot prick bang against her ass-cheeks, crawling up higher and higher until it finally brushed against her swollen cunt-lips. Kathy wriggled her ass desperately, trying to lower her ass slightly so that she could suck in Bob's cock with her slippery pussy lips.

But Bob obviously didn't want to jab his prick into her cunt just yet. He backed away slightly, still keeping his lips tightly clamped over her nipple while he stroked her other tit.

"No!" Kathy cried as she felt Bob release her tit, then trail his tongue between her boobs, digging the tip of it hard against her chest. Slowly he slithered down her panting belly until he reached her navel. He dug his tongue into the sunken skin, then moved lower. Kissing and licking her lower belly, Bob was moving his mouth lower, and lower, heading for her cunt hairs.