"He's drunk as a skunk, Donna," Ted murmured. "We can do anything we want."

Donna giggled and waited for Ted to release her. But he didn't. Instead he moved his hands up her slim waist and squeezed her big tits through the bikini. Donna gasped as she felt his cock hardening, pushing onto the crack of her ass.

"Ted, please," Donna said nervously. She knew he wasn't kidding anymore, and she was afraid she'd give in. Already she could feel the wetness seeping into her cunt. "I meant what I said."

"I meant it too, Donna," Ted groaned. "I can't tell you bow long I've wanted to fuck your ass off. I never had the nerve before, but now I'm so God damn drunk, I just don't care. I've got to get into your pants."

Ted started dry-humping her in earnest, and his prick was obviously as hard as iron. Donna shuddered as his hands molded the spongy firmness of her ample tits, pinching her nipples. Her cunt was throbbing. It was getting easier to seduce her every time.

"Doesn't it feel good, Donna?" Ted grunted. "I've got a nice, big dick, you know. Haven't you ever heard the girls talking about it? I've porked lots of chicks in this neighborhood. Don't you want to feel it in your hot little snatch?"

"Noooo, Ted, please," Donna moaned, biting her lip to repress her forbidden passion. "I'm… unh… married woman. You can't… noooo."

Ted pushed his hand under her bikini and slid his fingers through the dark, curly hairs over her cunt. Donna shuddered as his middle finger invaded the sopping wetness of her fuck hole. Automatically she spread her legs wide as she leaned over the table top, so he could get more of it inside her hungry pussy. Already she'd given in.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, Donna?" Ted slipped her bikini bottom over her ripe ass and let it fall to her ankles. Still dry-humping her, he fumbled with his shorts. "You're hot for it now, aren't you? I can tell."