
Frantic with lust, Vicki began looking around for something, anything, that would fit in her pussy. She wanted to fuck herself so badly. She was filled with the need for prick, but didn't know how to get any. But for the time being, she had to satisfy herself any way she could. Her gaze landed on a set of candles on the dining-room table.
With a tiny moan of excitement, she kicked her panties all the way off, leaped off the couch, and rushed to get the candle. As she snatched it up, she mentally measured it. She thought it would be just right for her little cunt. It was about five inches long and three-quarters of an inch wide. Lightly scented, it was a pink color that reminded her of the pricks in the magazine. She hurried back to the couch. Her lust was about to overwhelm her brain.
The horny girl threw herself down onto the couch on her left side. Now she could lay the fuck book down and look at it while she slid the candle up her pussy. She raised one leg and flipped her dress up and out of the way. Laying the magazine open, she stared at the big cock and the woman's stretched cunt. She dreamed that the big prick was splitting her own young pussy-lips apart as she pressed the candle tip against her virgin fuck-hole. She had her right hand behind her, between her asscheeks. She held onto the candle from behind as she pushed it against her cunt.
