She shook her head.

"Well… let me rub the head against your cunt, then. Please? I won't put it in… just the tip."

"I don't trust you, Duke."

He grated his teeth with frustration.

She was looking up at him, looking almost frightened-not frightened of Duke, but of her own desires.

She said, "You can rub it on my belly."

Well, that was something.

She drew her hand away. Duke wrapped his own broad hand around his shaft and began rubbing the smoking knob against her belly and belly button. He rolled it from side to side, then humped, pushing the lower surface along her silken flesh. I He moved higher; he pulled her dress higher. She didn't stop him. He touched the tip of his cock to her stiff nipple, watching her face. Her face contorted with lust. Duke whined and moved his cock around on her tit, then in between, stroking up her snug cleavage.

He moved back down, hard dick running over the curve of her belly like a travois.

His cockhead rustled in her pubic thicket.

"Oh, Duke…" she sighed.

Duke was vibrating with the sensation. He lowered his haunches and his cock slid along her vulva like a lever over a fulcrum. The underside of his stalk was in her cunt! He could feel the wet lips of her cunt clutching at his shaft. He began to hump. His cock wasn't in her, but it was running up at right angles so that it passed through her slot and across her clit like a log floating back and forth in quicksand.

Dolly was staring down in fascination. She saw the bloated wedge of his cockhead come rising from her crotch, dipping down, rising again. It was coated with a film of cunt juice from its repeated passage through her gaping hole. Dolly saw his dick framed in the converging contours of her round tits and rising from her plump bushy cunt mound.

A heavy drop of preliminary spunk oozed from his cleft and ran sluggishly down the sloping side of the purple slab.