It slid over the pulsing clitty shaft sticking out from the top of her puffy, wet labes like a tiny finger. The room spun around her, growing blurry as her eyes glazed over and rolled back in her head. Tom bucked his hips forward with a raspy moan coming from his dry throat. She could tell he was close to cumming. He was crushing her, brutalizing her with his fingers, clutching at her sweaty flesh with anxious fingers. Their bellies and legs slid easily over one another on a thick layer of mutual sweat. Lydia tilted her hips again and the swollen lobes at the underside his cockhead slid against her clit.

Oh God, she could feel the throbbing dickhead pulse against her clitty. Tom let it lay there for a second, the two sex organs throbbing and pulsing against one another, each dangerously close to sparking off into a mind-blasting cum.

"Don't fuck me. Please." Lydia gasped out. If he wanted to he could force himself into her and she could do little about it.

"All right, baby," he said after several seconds of thought. Before she had a chance to thank him she felt his hands slide down her sides until the fingers met under her back. He rolled her over quickly, forcing her legs further apart with his knees while his fingers curled along the backside of her elastic waistband. "I'm going to get into something. Damned if I'm going to waste myself on your belly!"

"No, don't! I've never done it that way before," Lydia cried, real fear growing in her now as she felt her panties peel down over her rounded ass-globes, scrape over her legs, then finally stop around knees. She felt Tom raise his body up. He was poised over her like a triumphant lion over his downed deer. She tried to get up but was pushed down by the guide.

Sobbing helplessly the blonde pushed her hands into the pillow and buried her face in the soft, downy material. In a second he was pushing the mauve-colored crown of his swollen cock against her small bunghole.