She felt the jagged fingernail sliding along her tender pussy-walls. It probed until she grunted like a pig with the teasing sensation of almost being filled. Emily thought of the initial sensation of Tad's cock-head worming its way into her tight hot little twat. Would she feel it again in the same way? Would, she feel that same kind of chilly heat that almost drove her crazy? Only the pain of having her cherry torn spoiled her enjoyment the last time. Now, if only it could return.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Man, you're on fuckin' bitch in heat." She was a bitch in heat. Doubled over, crouched like this in a doggie position, Emily growled as Tad worked his fingers over his dick, waiting to mount her. Yes, they were like two dogs ready to fuck in the gutter. And somehow that revolting thought excited the girl. Emily wagged her small buttocks as if they were a tail, curling her fingers on the cot, tearing at the dirty, wrinkled top sheet. She was waiting impatiently for the young marine to fuck her. Yes, she spread her knees apart, feeling her pussy-lips unstick and peel back.

"Hot and ready, babe!"

The words made her flesh crawl. Oh, God, she was ready, too. Her pussy flooded hot sexual butter. She was burning down there between her legs. Her tits ached for a pair of hands to touch them, to mold them, to squeeze them so hard she'd squeal like a stuck pig. As it he read her mind, Tad looped one hand under her belly, stroked her navel, her rib cage then finally reached down and pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Ohhhhhh."

The blonde teen thought she was going to piss from excitement. She growled, backing up into the stud, jerking her head back and sucking in a lungful of air. She pushed her knees farther apart, feeling the sticky lining of her pussy peel all the way back, revealing every inch of her snatch to the man. Now she was fully opened.