His fingers were rough and thick, not at all like the fingers of her husband. And he wasn't moving his fingers in her cunt gently. He was stabbing them into her and almost bruising her sensitive cunt walls. At first it was a little uncomfortable. Then her pussy juices began to lubricate his thrusting fingers and she started to enjoy it. Her ass squirmed in a hot rhythm to his fucking fingers, and she no longer wanted him to stop.

She was no longer feeling shy. "Take your clothes off. Please strip for me. I want to see you naked."

He grinned lewdly. He kept his two fingers in her cunt as he tore his clothes off with his free hand. She sighed when she saw his thick chest covered with wiry hairs. He had a tense, flat belly that seemed to ripple with excitement. He ripped down his trousers and his shorts and she saw his huge, thick, purplish cock. She gasped as she saw the size of it. The purplish knob was already smeared with his milky white cream.

"It's so big," she whispered.

She couldn't help touching it. She brushed her fingers across the burning, aroused flesh. Her fingers felt sticky from his cum. He really had a lot. His cum was making his reddened prick glisten. It was leaking from the tip and coating his powerful looking staff.

He took her hand and put it back against his prick. This dine she laced her fingers around his steaming meat. She could feel a powerful throbbing heat through his cock. It was like the huge thing was going to explode at any moment. It frightened her, but it also kept her hot pussy riding back and forth over his thick fingers. She had never seen anything so magnificent as his prick.

John took his fingers out of her burning pussy. Suddenly she felt so empty between her legs. She could hardly stand it. She put her own hand in her pussy, just to rub herself. He roughly pulled her hand away.