Bunny's tongue pushed out and she ran it up the length of her fingers, tasting her juice.

It was yummy. Bunny's tastebuds sparked and tingled as they registered the succulence of girl goo.

She looked through the keyhole again, gazing yearningly at her father's big cock and balls.

Then she pushed her bunched fingers into the oval of her panting lips and sucked on them, pretending that they were a prick – a prick that had just come dripping from a well-creamed fuck-box.

She looked through the keyhole again. This time she gazed at her mother's pussy. Sucking her own cunt-juice from her fingers, she made believe that she was tasting her mother's cunt milk from her daddy's cock.

She tilted her hand and lapped up the pool of cunt-cum out of her palm, purring like a hungry kitten drinking from a saucer of cream.

Her fevered fantasies were driving her wild. She wished that her parents would fuck or suck again, so that she could frig, while she looked on. She'd already cum twice, but mere hand-jobs weren't doing a satisfactory job on this memorable occasion.

Cumming by hand only made her hornier. But it seemed that the action in the master bedroom had come to a halt, for the moment.

Peter and Marianna were snuggled up lovingly, but they were cuddling in contentment. Bunny guessed that they would need time to rest before they balled again.

And now they had turned onto their sides, embracing. Bunny could no longer see anything more interesting than the curve of her mother's ass.

Still, it was a delightful ass. Bunny drew her saliva-soaked fingers up through the crack of her own trim ass and nudged a fingertip into her shit-hole. Then she brought her hand back to her mouth and tasted her tangy and flavorsome asshole, licking and then jabbing the digits in and out of her moist lips.