The window was finished.

He signaled to his partner on the ground.

The scaffold went up to the next level.

And Karl Klocek found himself face to face with a seething, juicy pussy.

Jenny's slender back was arched, her head tilted to the side, her eyes closed. She had no idea that a man's face had just elevated to cunt level in front of her. She was smiling dreamily as she pushed three fingers in and out of her hot pussy and rolled her tingling clit back and forth.

Because of her arched posture, Karl could not see her face. He saw only her belly and the tops of her thighs and her tilted cunt and hands. He blinked a few times. If it's just a figment of my imagination, it sure is realistic, he thought.

He licked his lips.

That mystery cunt was a delightfully tasty-looking affair, as bushy as his moustache and filled with cream. The pink pussylips were spread wide open, exposing the darker, inner flesh and that flesh was streaked with cunt-juice. Ribbons of pussyjuice rolled down her thighs. He could feel the fiery heat of that pussy wafting over his face. His mouth began to water for a taste of the juicy cunt.

Karl hesitated.

He was afraid that if he tried to touch the pussy, the creamy cunt would vanish. Yet a pussy wasn't much good to him if he couldn't touch it, he figured. Imaginary pussy was visually pleasing but just looking certainly didn't slake a man's hunger for sex.

Leaning in, he pushed his tongue out. He lapped up a tongueful of cuntjuice from her upper thigh, letting the thick pussy nectar run over his taste buds for a moment, then swallowing the cuntjuice down. It warmed his belly like a fine wine and Karl, to his delight, came to the conclusion that the pussy was real.