Bending lower, she blew into her groin.

Her clit flared and her fuck-slot seemed to ignite, as if she had blown her breath onto a smoldering ember, fanning it to flames. She could feel the intense heat of her cunt waft up into her face. Her nose twitched as her own tangy fragrance drifted up to her. No wonder the donkey had gotten excited, she thought, sniffing.

She leaned over her lap. Her tongue slid slowly back and forth across her lower lip. Frothy saliva bubbled in her mouth. Valerie was wishing that she was limber enough to go down on herself. Her cunt looked so delicious that her tongue felt almost as hot as her clit. How wonderful it would be to be able to eat her own cunt out, to cream on her own fluttering tongue. What a fucking thrill it would be to have her own steaming cum cream flood into her mouth, to have the simultaneous joy of coming and drinking cunt juice out of her own pussy! The thought drove her wild – and frustrated her, too, because she knew she couldn't manage it.

She had tried often enough.

Leaning back again, panting, Valerie began to run her hands up the hot, moist flesh of her inner thighs, stopping the caress just short of her cunt. Her ass churned on the leather seat and her belly pumped. She placed one hand over her curly cunt mound, the fingers trailing down and just lightly brushing against her clit.

She bunched all four fingers of her other hand together into a phallic bundle and began to shove them slowly and steadily up her fuck-hole. Her clit rippled violently and her cunt hole foamed heavily, lathering her crotch.

Valerie shuddered and moaned. She finger-fucked her pussyhole with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, her loins jerking and undulating.