"Christ, I thought I was gonna cream," he groaned, his balls tingling.

"Oooo, nooo," she panted, her exquisitely delicate features red with lust. "Get back on the bed."

Her meekness, her shyness were gone, replaced with passion. She rotated her hips in a lewd fashion and massaging her massive tits, squeezing the pliant tit flesh with her nimble fingers.

"I want your cock in me."

She smoothed her hands down her trembling passion-racked body to her bikini panties. Latching her fingers in the elastic band, she slipped them down her full hips and stopped, baring her neat patch of trimmed dark-red pussy hair. Her breath came in short ragged little gasps. Jeff's eyes told her the truth: she was gorgeous.

Jeff drew in his breath sharply and delighted in the lascivious sight of her standing there waiting for his approval, her overripe tits billowing voluptuously, the orange panties still clinging to her thighs.

"Get 'em off," he rasped.

Barbara giggled hotly and jiggled her legs. Her fleshy tits bounced with her movement, and the panties dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes.

As she swivelled to give him a look at the creamy bare flesh of her ass, a tremor swept over her. She imagined sagging ass checks greeting him when she turned. Hearing his breath quicken alleviated her doubt.

"Fantastic ass," he groaned, her back still facing him. His prick throbbed; his blood pressure rocketed; his passion soared. She completed the turn, appearing like a naked Goddess at the foot of the bed. "Fantastic!"

"Fm ready for your cock now," she whimpered hotly, yearningly. "Right in here, where I'm all wet and juicy." She stroked her fingers through her steamy cunt and whimpered.

Jeff ached with fuck-lust. He scooted back on the bed, watching her. She was fantastic, even better than he had imagined. He wondered what kind of fool husband would think she was old and over the hill.