"I love bold women," he murmured, mashing his big hands over her ass-flesh.

She giggled, grinding her body against his throbbing cock. It felt huge. Huge and hard. She quivered as he pulled her skirt up and put his hands on her bikini-covered ass. She moaned when he slid his hands inside her panties and clasped her naked asscheeks.

"I'm sure glad to see you," he said.

"Me too."

"Get that thing out of my pants, will you? It's starting to feel real tight in there."

Trembling, she opened his belt buckle and pulled his zipper down. She tugged at the denim and he finally helped her push the tight jeans down until they were at his feet. He wore no shorts and his cock stood up, stiff and throbbing.

"Get your dress off!" he hissed.

She stepped back and slithered out of her dress and panties. She stood still, watching for his response.

"Oh, yeah!" he murmured. "Even better than I expected."

She laughed and cupped her tits, pointing them in his direction. Moving one hand down to her pussy, she fingered her cunt, feeling lewd and wanton.

Dizzy from the booze, she moved forward and took his cock in her hands.

"Ooooh, yeah, baby, play with the baseball bat!"

"I'd like to suck it," she said. "Is that okay?"

He snickered. "You kidding? Be my guest." He sat down on the sofa and she knelt on the floor between his legs. His cock stood straight out, reddish-purple and dripping cockjuice. She flicked her tongue out and licked up some of the jism brimming in his piss-hole. Then she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled up at him.

"Well, that's it!" she teased, starting to get up.

He pulled her head back to his cock and forced her to suck in his cockhead. "That's the way," he grunted, closing his eyes and keeping his fingers clamped over, her head. "Suck it good, baby! Suck it good!"