"Oooooohhhhhh… aaahhhhhh… ooooggg hhhhh…" Sandi moaned, her honey-blonde hair flailing like a halo around her twisting head as she wailed out her mindless passion. Every muscle in her slender young body was straining for the fulfillment that lay just out of reach, and as the young blonde cried out again, she kicked her long, lithe legs still wider apart and curled up her small white toes in a frenzy of desire.

Why can't I cum? Why? I need to so bad! her dazed mind shouted.

There was so much pressure mounting inside her loins that she felt like a blown-to-the-limit balloon about to explode. As her softly tumescent vaginal lips contracted around the warm, vibrating object inside her pussy – no, she wouldn't let herself think what it was, not now, not just when she was about to cum – she thought that at last she'd reached the pinnacle.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeease!" she wailed. "Pleeeeeeease, Verne, nooooowwwwwwww!"

Larry wiggled his tongue lewdly inside the warm, wet channel of Sandi's pulsating vagina, then ran his tongue up over her desire-swollen pussy lips to nip gently at the glistening clitoral bud once more. Simultaneously, he reached up to knead the pliant mounds of her heaving breasts, pinching their puckering nipples much harder than before in his intense desire to feel his friend's wife cumming as a result of his skillful manipulations.

Suddenly the aching tension in Larry Johnson's throbbing penis was too much to bear, and his rock-hard member lurched out of control, pounding so impatiently that he immediately yanked down his zipper to release it. If Sandi discovered his identity now and began freaking out, it was just too bad for her. There was no power on this earth that could hold back his passion a moment longer, and with a hoarse, animalistic cry the burly motorcyclist began tearing off his jeans.