She would like to have Fred there right now, to watch her rub her cunt and then slap the prong to her when she was whining and gasping for it.

She pushed her belly out and touched it against her reflected belly in the looking glass. She ground her hips and ass around as if she were molded to the other woman's body, rubbing her cunt on the mirror cunt, leaving a smear of cunt juice on the glass. She was absolutely glowing with lust. She stuck her tongue out and slipped it along her full lower lip, pretending she was sucking a cunt. She lapped at the air pretending that she was laying a pecker, then she pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, imagining they were a dick.

She pushed a saliva-moistened finger up her asshole and wriggled sensuously on it. She was dazed by her passion now. Sucking Fred off with no return had aroused her to a true state of desperate sexual need. She thought about Fred, that is, she though about his cock.

Then she thought about sucking cocks – any cocks – and licking cunts and fucking and taking it up the ass and writhing in the midst of a dozen horny men as they jousted for the three positions available in her sweating heaving body, taking turns slipping the pork to her cunt, ass and mouth, one after the other, until she was so full of cum that she swelled like a balloon.

All these thoughts did nothing, of course, to cool the ardor in her crotch. She began to rub her clit. She massaged the throbbing nugget with her palm and rubbed it between her thumb and fingers, until it was incandescent with passion. She moved away from the mirror, and stretched out on the bed. Holding her cunt lips spread open with the fingers of one hand, she finger-fucked herself slowly with all four fingers of her other hand, while her thumb swept back and forth across her tingling carnal button.