"You're slow, Davy-boy," she whispered. "Take off your pants and let me see that hard cock of yours."

"Christ, you fucking whore!" Preston exploded with an evil grin. Gloria reveled in his lustful words and leering, hot eyes for a long moment, and then she stepped over to the bed and pulled the coverlet down to lie on the blankets and spread her legs wide in a wanton, provoking position, exposing to his eyes the total expanse of her wet cuntal slit. She rotated her hips lasciviously, arching them up and down in a measured, intoxicating way. Preston threw his pants across the room and stood over the bed with his great, trembling penis standing from his groin in full erection, the unseeing eyes of its glans oozing thin clear droplets of lubrication. And Gloria stared at his rod-hard cock, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already, as if it was deliciously swirling around in the warm, sucking cavern of her mouth.

"Come on," she urged heatedly, "lie down beside me, Davy-boy and see what happens next."

"What?"

"I'm going to take that big cock of yours and suck it dry, suck every drop of hot cum right out of it."

Shit! Preston thought, she can really turn me on. His prick throbbed as he sat down beside her, and she snaked out her hand and encircled his cock, beginning to stroke it up and down and massage its turgid length, rubbing the shaft and cradling her hand underneath his testicles slightly, caressing them softly, like precious jewels in her palm. He groaned with the pleasure of her touch, and lay down, stretching out lengthwise alongside her palpitating, hot flesh, letting her manipulate his cock with expertise until he thought it would shoot off all by itself, without ever letting her suck it.