He stood beside the bed with his cock looming out over her flat belly, the big knob bouncing up and down as the thick stalk tensed.

"I hope you chose a luscious young creature, Jonathon," Claire said. "That's why I wanted you to choose, instead of choosing one myself-to surprise me."

"I think she will be to your taste," he said.

"Ummm. You can tell me about her, later. But now…"

She reached up and folded her delicate hand around the root of his cock. Her nails were long and painted the same amber shade as her hair. Her eyes were amber, too, and they flashed now as she stroked his dick.

Jonathon put his hands on his hips and pushed his loins out, letting her pump him for a few moments, although, in truth, his cock needed no manual stimulation. It was thundering and throbbing and all set to go.

Her hand pushed back to the root, pressing into his trim belly, then pulled lovingly up to the head, gathering his foreskin and curling in over the ledge of the knob. She pushed back again, and his cockhead flared. His prick was so taut and hard that it was vibrating in her fist. She almost thought that she could hear it hum, as if he were equipped with batteries in his balls.

Her thumb caressed the sensitive point where the fat stalk sprouted out into the great, bi valved crown.

"Ummm," she sighed. Her eyes had narrowed into amber slits of lust and her nipples stood up like, bullets.

Drawing him by the cock, she gently urged Jonathon onto the bed. He sank down, kneeling between her parted thighs. She released his prick and lay back, relaxed and ready. Her cunt was gapping open, the slit widened into an oval slot, and that pink slot flooded with cream.

Jonathon took his cock in hand and guided it to her cunt.