Daryl bent her back on the bed, then made her all shivery and breathless with his body stuck to hers, his hands on her tits and his fingers searching for zippers and such. She'd never let him go this far this fast before.

"Ohhh, jeez, man, you're making me boil!"

"Wait'll I get moving."

He was moving fast already. He had one tit squeezed up into a cone and sucked the nipple with his lips so it came out, and then he scraped it with his teeth. He was making her shoot fire from her tits, sparks sizzling down to spit fire through her crotch.

When he sneaked past the elastic of her panties and got a finger in her cunt-slit, she humped and slithered sideways, then arched up to find the gadget that was firing her furnace. He slipped it back. It felt as though her hips had been tossed in bubbling hot grease.

"Shit! Shit, do it some more! Oh God, Daryl, why didn't I let you? Oh, shit! Ahhhhh – ooouuu!"

Casey opened her eyes. Daryl was kneeling down there. Swish and he had her panties peeled, but her skirt wouldn't slide off her hips.

"The side – the zipper – you'll tear my skin!" She groaned and led his hands. They got in each other's way, but with the zipper partly down, he yanked and she was naked. She felt deliciously sinful. Being bare in a shower was just naked. Raw without a stitch where you weren't supposed to be like in your boyfriend's bed was marvelous. She squirmed around, not trying to hide but so he could see all of her, her tits slightly swaying, her ass shifting.

He even looked different this way. She knew his frame – slender, tall; crew cut divers had flat guts and flowing muscles. His brown hair, easy smile and bubbling kid's laugh made him different from the rest.

She held her arms out to welcome him and hoped he wouldn't come to her. He didn't. He went down where she really wanted him, snooping around her cunt with a flicking, hard tongue and a nose that made her gulp and twist and hold his head tight for more.