Then, with one hand still at her crotch, Peg fished out one of her huge tits. Jim looked at her again.

Peg could see that Jim's expression was changing. He didn't look angry any longer. Now he was beginning to look as he usually did when he was hot.

Peg pushed her tit up to her face and stuck out her tongue. She remembered the last time she had showed Jim that trick of hers. And it was having the same effect on him this time.

"Jesus," Jim sighed as he turned the wheel.

The car turned up a driveway. Peg saw that they were headed for the parking lot of a closed shop. She smiled as Jim drove around to the back of the building. She had won.

The car stopped. The motor died. Then Jim was in Peg's arms.

After her self-manipulation, Jim's caress was especially exciting. His mouth covered hers and their tongues intertwined. Jim's strong fingers took Peg's freed tit into a tight grip.

Peg couldn't resist reaching for Jim's fly. As she fumbled with it, trying to unzip it, she could feel his stiff prick throbbing in his pants.

Jim reached into his lap, too, and helped Peg get his cock loose. And as soon as his monster was free, Peg's fingers began traveling up and down its impressive length. She squeezed the bulbous head and moved the loose skin gently up and down.

But it was her cunt that was starving for that cock, not her fingers. If Jim hadn't reached into her crotch at that second, Peg would have jumped on him, impaling herself on that hard cock.

Peg liked having her cunt stirred by a strong finger for a while before getting a prick in there. And Jim could finger-fuck like a champ.

"Ohhhhhhh, baby," she gasped as Jim's finger slid up her pussy.

"You're really something," Jim said, admitting defeat. "You knew I couldn't wait until we got to my place."

"Of course not! When I need it, I need it."