
Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from hers, breaking the hot, deep kiss.
"Christ!" he breathed, urgently. "Let's get into that bed… before I explode!"
Carla leaned back away from him, laughing, still in the circle of his arms, but her loins remained plastered up against him. She gave an extra, tantalizing grind of her hips, in contact with his searingly pulsating cock and asked, "Has it really been two months… since you've laid a woman?"
"Yes… God damn it!"
"Then, you need something else… right now…" She smiled meaningfully – almost lewdly, as she pushed his big frame back onto the bed. "… And, I'll take care of that… so it'll be more fun… for both of us… later!"
Carla wedged her knees in between his thighs, as he sat on the edge of the bed, then swiftly knelt between them, her hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt and zip down the fly opening of his pants; then, as he lifted himself, slightly, she pulled his pants and his shorts down around his muscular legs.
Eagerly, one of her tiny, trembling hands reached out for the massively erect shaft of his violently jerking cock. Her red-nailed fingers couldn't go around its girth, but she slid the heavy foreskin back over the moist, blood-inflated cockhead, feeling its demanding jerk in her hand. She stared at it in disbelief. It was gigantic!
