Phil leaned close again, planting quick kisses on her cheek, neck and tits. Two fingers slipped under the dripping panty crotch. He found the hairy, swollen lips of her cunt and slid one finger all the way in.

Donna grunted helplessly. Phil started jacking her off, rhythmically pumping his finger through the clinging sheath of her pussy.

"You've got a nice aunt, Donna." He lifted her dress to her waist, so he could see the beauty of her long, bare legs, and watch his finger stabbing into her hole. "It feels so nice and wet. Don't you like the way I jack you off?"

"Oh Phil… oh fuck, Phil…"

Then Donna gave up. She shot a last, furtive glance at her husband, who was still safely unconscious on the opposite couch. She tore off her panties and started bumping and bucking her ass, fucking her pussy all over Phil's hand.

"All right, you bastard," she whimpered breathlessly. "Do it to me. You've got me all horny. Oh Christ, finger me harder, make my pussy come!"

Her cunt was so wet that the pouting lips made wet, squishing sounds as they clung to Phil's finger. Phil couldn't take his eyes off Donna's hairy cunt. He bent over close to watch his hand, now inserting a second finger into the gurgling fissure of her hot pussy.

His dick was so stiff that it looked ready to burst through his pants. Donna wantonly massaged it as he worked on her cunt, squeezing and rubbing the thick shaft through his denim trousers. Suddenly she realized how much she wanted to suck his cock deep inside her mouth.

"Take off those pants," she whispered huskily. "God damn it, hurry! Give me your dick!"

Obediently Phil took his hand from her cunt and fumbled with the buckle of his jeans. Donna couldn't wait for him. Furiously she tore at his pants, ripping open the zipper and tugging his jeans to his knees, exposing the throbbing length of his stiff cock.

Her eyes widened. "Oh Phil!"