Larry, who naturally did not realize how stimulated she'd been before his arrival, was astonished at the speed with which the sensuous nineteen year old blonde grew aroused.
I don't think she can have a lover, after all, he decided as he ran one outstretched finger up and down along the damp, hair-fringed slit of her vagina. Only a girl who's not been getting it for a good long time would act this hot! She's as cock-hungry as Clare was that time she had to stay on her parents' farm for three weeks while I was in Texas. Said she was ready to screw a horse by the time I got back!
Then, as Sandi's graceful legs eased another involuntary inch apart, all thoughts of his uninhibited brunette wife faded from the adulterous husband's mind. His lust-glazed eyes bugged out like a Pekinese dog's as he watched his middle finger slide stealthily in along the damp pink cuntal flesh nestling in between the honeyed-gold strands of curling pubic hairs. Then with a gentle twisting motion, he wormed his extended finger slowly up into the virginally narrow slit of her cunt.
Christ, she's tight! he thought, beads of perspiration breaking out on his suntanned face as he teased his finger deep inside her pinkly glistening vaginal flesh while continuing to knead the pliant mounds of her wide-set breasts with his other hand. Deep down in his testicles a burning need was growing, sending his long cock into an aching, rock-hard erection that bulged obscenely in the front of his denim jeans. But although the urge to yank down his fly, release his swollen penis, and ram it into the tantalizing blonde-fringed cuntal opening beneath him was almost irresistible, he held himself back. Even in his present lust-maddened state, the successful business manager retained his opportunistic, coolly logical manner of thinking.