He licked the area between her tits where the flesh drew tight over the breastbone before flaring outward to the high twin mounds. He moved higher to her neck, caressing each tit with his fingers and palms.

She could feel the hard prick poking into her belly, and she wrapped her legs around him, flinging her body toward him, so that her cunt mound massaged the base of his cock. He responded by hunching back at her, and for several moments they dry-fucked breathlessly.

"You're so hot," gasped Phillip.

Wendy poured out great waves of heat from the desire burning in her loins. Her cunt was raging with pent-up lust. The mouth of her pussy was swollen from the blood which rushed to her cuntlips, and her tangy twat twitched and fluttered in anticipation.

"I love to fuck," she whispered to him. Her hand slipped between their tightly pressed bodies, resting on his pants where his cock had risen. "Take off your clothes, and let me feel your naked cock."

He stood, kicked off his shoes, stripped his shirt slipped out of his trousers. She could see the jut of his prick in his shorts. He eased them down his pale thighs, revealing the gloriously ruddy shaft which was his prick.

His cock rose from the curling growth of pubic hair beneath his belly, long and straight, demanding her attention, jerking forcefully as the blood coursed through it. It was a powerfully hypnotic wand, pointing at her like an accusatory finger, demanding that she prove her femaleness. She felt as though she should bow before it, worship it.

She smiled at the tiny slit in its head, saw the thin clear drop of pre-cum ooze from it. She reached out, touched the swollen glans, spread the cum over the glistening cockhead. Phillip had not been circumcised. She wondered what effect that had on his pleasure when he fucked, and she hoped that it enhanced rather than detracted from it.