She could bear it no longer, and even while he gorged himself on the touch and taste of her tit-flesh, she reached down and unfastened the snap of his trousers, then unzipped the fly.

Eager to feel his prick in her hand, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of his shorts. The warm rubbery texture of his erect cock thrilled her. The shaft was so long that it had doubled over itself in the crotch of his shorts, and now she unbent it, pulling his cock head up past the waistband of his shorts.

She shivered uncontrollably as she felt the heft of his prick in her hand and saw that it must be nine or ten inches long and nice and thick.

She squirmed, pressing her thighs together hard. Oh, how she wanted that prick jammed into her tight fuckhole.

David raised his head from her tits. When she thrust her hand down his shorts, he nearly came.

"I want you so bad," he groaned. "Let's get on the bed."

Reluctantly, Brenda let go of his prick. It was so erect that the head hammered against his belly.

She climbed on the bed and leaned back on her hands, thrusting out her tits, her legs bent at the knee and wide open, giving him a view of her lace-covered cunt.

David's face was transformed into a mask of lust when he gazed at her half-hidden crotch in the dim light. He could just make out the sweet, petal-like lines of her cunt lips and the silvery threads of her cunt-hair.

Quickly he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his shorts, his prick swelling even bigger so the head looked like a gigantic purple mushroom.

In seconds, he had tossed aside shirt and tie, and he stood before her naked, his virile masculine figure sending her heart racing and her cunt pumping.