"Nice," he kept whispering. "Really nice."
He bent his head and his tongue flicked at her nipple. She felt it begin to ache with excitement. His hot mouth closed over it gently. She tried to tug at his head but her fingers just simply ended up running through his curly dark hair while soft, guttural moans escaped her throat.
He opened his mouth wider and more of her creamy flesh was drawn into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and lips on her skin until she could hardly stand it.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Stop. Please stop."
She was not saying it loud enough or forcefully enough to matter. His lips and tongue caressed her titties until they were both swollen with lust. Her skirt was up above her waist and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her thigh.
She knew it wouldn't be long before he took his cock out. She was right about that. He took her hand and pressed it against his stiff bulge.
"Like that, baby?" he said. "I bet it's going to be the biggest one you've ever felt."
She couldn't remember ever having been so hot. Even Bobby, with his good love making techniques, could not make her feel so hot and shivery.
He pressed her hand harder against him and she felt his cock jump through his trousers. She hardly knew what she was doing as she reached for his zipper. Slowly she tugged it down and then reached inside for his cock.
She found his hot cock bunched in his shorts and her small fingers laced around the stem.
"Pull it out, baby," he insisted. "Pull it out."
She swallowed nervously as she tugged his immense rod out through the opening of his trousers. Again she felt the stiff prick jump excitedly in her hot fingers.
She could suddenly feel her panties get even wetter, and her fingers were getting sticky as she moved them up and down on his cock.
"Fine," he gasped. "Baby, you've got a fine hand."
He rolled away from her and made her remove her hand. She wondered what he was doing but she didn't have to wait long to find out. He stripped out of his clothes quickly to reveal a hard, masculine body.