Oh God, that pulsing itch was growing into a throbbing ache. She felt every nerve-ending in her body stand on end and sing with excitement as Tom grew hotter and bolder in his caresses.

"Unnnngh!" she gasped. He pushed her backward in the darkened bedroom until she fell against the edge of the bed. Lydia sat down slowly watching Tom like a hawk as he squatted down and removed her slacks from her ankles. She riveted her eyes on that long, horse-like prong sticking out like a spear from his flat, muscular belly while his hanging nuts tightened up against the fat dickroot with sexual tension. Finished with stripping the willing blonde, Tom moved up on the bed. He was all over her in an instant, pushing her shoulders down, licking her large stiff nipples with his broad tongue. He was a little awkward and hurried in his love-making at first. But that just seemed to add to the excitement raking her mind.

"Lydia," he moaned. His hipbones bumped hers. He was plowing the shaft of his cock up against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls and the different way the dome of his cock was shaped as it slid into the tight groove between her legs and thigh. Pushing her hands between their grinding bodies, Lydia reached down until she was where she guessed his cock was. She wanted to touch it, to hold and caress it between her fingers. Lydia curled her fingers around his prong, listening to Tom moan and feeling his body jerk from her gentle touch.

His dick was as hard as steel, and yet the skin moved easily over that hardness. The meaty head flared out and was spongy to her pressure. When she pushed her thumbnail gently into it Tom grunted and squirmed his hips. Then there was the hot, greasy sensation of pre-cum dribbling out from the piss-slit and coating her fingers. How she wanted that cock in her.