Cutting to the man's distended penis, the screen showed his sack leaping again, and the woman spread her lips just slightly so that the viewers could watch the veritable cascade of creamy semen that was drenching her mouth. Thick and pearly, the heavy juice spurted far back into her throat, and the woman choked it down, swallowing rapidly while her super-active tongue looped over and around the geyser-like glans.

She was actually drinking the fluid down, Lauralee thought dazedly; the otherwise stunningly attractive woman was gulping down a man's seminal liquid and acting as if it was the most delicious, the most gratifying stuff in the world. Lauralee trembled upon her finger, and worked it hesitantly back and forth.

Her husband's thing had never felt this good; he had forced it into her on their wedding night, had forced it into her virginal body without regard to her sensitivity, never even considering that she might have been repulsed by the whole thing. And even though what she was doing was almost as bad, she was at least getting some enjoyment from it.

Just as the actress was; look how her beautiful thighs were contracting as she rode her finger – no! TWO fingers – rotating her pelvis and pumping her crotch with the same hungry motions she had used in copulating with the man only a minute before. It looked so real, so thrilling, and Lauralee found herself almost matching the woman's frenzy, rocking her hips in unaccustomed movements that were reaching frenzy.

It was good; it was devilishly exciting and sinfully sweet. She could feel it building, a weird pressure in her thighs and growing in her lower groin. Lauralee ground sensuously upon her finger, cupping the others over her heaving mound and pushing her long legs out in front of her, practically lifting off the chair cushion as she thrust and recoiled, stroked and pulled back.