When his fingers slid into her flooding cunt mouth, Vickie groaned loudly and kissed hungrily at his mouth. She was hunching back, bracing her body by putting the soles of her feet flat on the bed and shoving her thighs up. More, more – she wanted more. She wanted more friction, more rubbing against her throbbing clit.
Jeff saw the young girl's growing interest and obliged her. He worked his fingers up to her pussy, sliding them back and forth over the sensitive band of flesh separating her cunt from her asshole. Vickie groaned, rocking her thighs back and forth. She jerked her head from side to side, feeling her long blonde hair cascade over her face while Jeff rubbed his thumb over the bottom junction of her bloated cunt-lips. She could soon hear the slick clicking of his fingers rubbing over her juice-slick pussy-meat. Oh, God, nothing she'd ever done before in her whole life had felt this good, this painful!
"Need more room," he mumbled, pulling his hand out from under the elastic legband and curling his fingers around the waistband. Vickie raised her ass and let the big young stud slip her parities down. She felt them slip over her knees, down her calves, then finally over her toes. The last thing keeping her pussy from his dick! Oh, and it was gone, gone!
Images of her mother flashed across her mind. "No, stop, please…" Vickie cried, jerking up, reaching down for her panties.
"Easy, easy, honey," Jeff cooed, pushing her gently but firmly back down to the soft bed.