"Please… fuck me… darling!" she moaned as her legs opened for him. "I need your prick so much! It won't matter if you're a little late for work."

"Yes. It will matter. I must be there to keep things running right," he answered apologetically. "I'll fuck you tomorrow night."

Barbara hated it when Tom was on the night shift. He always managed to prepare her for his cock but he never had enough time to complete the job. Her cunt was left throbbing with desire after he went to work and her pussy juices spilled themselves on the covers till she did something about it. She usually fingered herself to a sort of satisfaction, but that wouldn't be enough tonight. Tom's prick felt so good in her hand. A hard cock would be the only thing that could possible satisfy her needs.

"Please… Tom! I need to be fucked! Don't leave me like this!" she begged as her cuntal sheath contracted desperately on his thrusting finger. "Don't build me up and run off. I need a hard cock in me. Don't do this to me!"

"Ill have tomorrow off, then 111 be on the day shift for awhile," he smiled as he continued to frig her hot pussy with his finger. "You can surely wait until tomorrow night. Hell, I can hardly wait, myself."

Could she wait? She wondered if that were possible. Her cunt frothed as he worked his finger around inside her. Pussy juices flowed into the crack of her churning asscheeks as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Her cunny was beginning to quiver in ecstasy as his finger slipped from her pussy, then it was all over.

"Pleaseee… darling… I need a cock," she whimpered as the burning in her pussy shot deep into her belly. "I need to be fucked!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to fuck someone else if you need a cock so badly," he smiled teasing at her. "I can't fuck you till tomorrow night."

"I can't stand it, Tom. Damn it! I can't wait! Don't you understand?" she groaned as she removed her nighty and panties, letting her hand ease between her legs to cover her undulating red brush, then a finger slipped into the slippery folds of that seething, delightful crease. "I need to be fucked now, not tomorrow night."