"Ohhhhh, Dave," Sally moaned. "That feels wonderful!"

She always said that when he sucked her tits. But now Dave thought he heard a new tone in her voice, a more willing-to-let-him-fuck-her tone.

Dave sucked her nipples slowly, with a lot of suction and stiff tonguing. He moved his face from tit to tit. As he stuffed his mouth with her tit-flesh, he let his nose and chin sink into it.

He kept sucking, then moved his mouth up her slender neck, along her jaw to her mouth. Then he quickly pulled off his jersey and smothered Sally's tits with his naked chest. He loved to feel her soft tits flattened against him.

Dave moved his hand down Sally's bare tummy, over the front of her jeans, and over her pubic mound.

He pressed his hand down firmly on her cunt, feeling its gentle slope and the warmth it radiated. From her cunt, his hand moved down one thigh, then down the other.

Sally was wiggling her hips slightly, as she did every time she got hot. It was time to unfasten her jeans! Still tongue-fencing, Dave reached for the button on her jeans and popped it open. He pulled down her zipper, and they both grabbed her jeans to tug them down. With her jeans lowered to just beneath her crotch, Dave slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of her panties.

So far, this was their normal routine. Sally kept her panties on, but pulled them down just enough for Dave to finger her, but not to fuck her. She liked to keep her undies in place, although they offered no barrier to Dave's hand. He wanted to see his fingers sliding up her pussy, though.

Dave wrapped his hand around Sally's fuzzy cuntmound. As her curly cunt-curlies tickled his palm, his fingers touched the tender lips of her pussy.

Sally squeezed her arms tightly around Dave's body as his middle finger parted her cuntlips. She let her thighs spread, opening her cunt for his exploration.