Driven by her wild need, Marcy repositioned herself, being careful not to remove her simmering cunt from Villiers' mouth. Then her lips were making a path through the thick hair on the man's chest and hard, flat belly. Who would have thought so clean shaven a man would have so much hair on his body?

Dr. Villiers' tongue was like a flaming torch as he licked and coaxed, her toward orgasm. The fire he was building in her golden cunt was sweeping through her whole body, like red-hot lava moving down the side of a volcano. Her mouth tasted of the salt of excitement, her thighs were twitching, and her round bottom was pounding the mattress furiously. The soft petals of her pussy pulsed around his tongue, trying to suck it in deeper.

She felt him guiding her inexorably to climax, felt the floodtide building up in her loins and overflowing into her cunt. Then the dam broke, and she gushed hotly into his mouth. But now that she was started, Marcy didn't want to stop. She wanted to go on and on to higher and higher levels of pleasure. If she could get her mouth on him, it would be even better. Her lips moved along his strong, hairy thighs, and she felt him wriggling in anticipation as her mouth approached his massive cock. He urged her on with fresh assaults on her blossoming cunt lips.

Marcy's mind was whirling. When she could think at all, she was wondering why she was doing this. Simply for the money that would save Jimmy? No, not now. There had to be another reason. Maybe because since the moment she had first set eyes on this man, she had been subconsciously stirred by the animal-like virility of him, excited by the erotic energy he exuded.

She didn't know, and she was in no condition right now to think the problem through.