I won't-I won't! she vowed to herself as her hand guided the soap high up the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and her fingers stroked the fleshy outer lips of her hotly aroused pussy. I won't play with myself again. Yet Candy Mullender knew she would-she couldn't help herself no matter how she tried. It had been so long since she'd had a man. Months.

Spreading her magnificantly-curved legs slightly, the limber dark-haired actress thrust her pelvis forward and rubbed the slick sudsy soap over the palpitating flanges of her excited cuntal slit. The outstretched middle finger of her hand separated her soft, fleshy pussy-lips and slid inside to the more sensitive coral-hued inner flesh.

"Aaaaahhhh…" she moaned softly, her loins jerking lewdly forward at the slick contact. The hemp rope strung through the soap touched the rising, hardening bud of her clitoris and sent tingles of electricity arching through her entire body. Slowly, she began to draw the rope up and down her soft cuntal furrow, her naked young body undulating, heavy tits swaying, nipples hardening and becoming long in response to the sensual friction. She could feel her sensually quivering body respond, the blood filling the fleshy mouth of her yearning cunt. With a groan, she suddenly yielded, thrusting her long middle finger hard up into the steaming depths of her hotly throbbing pussy, and the palm of her hand slapped the thin rope painfully hard against the button of her erect little clitoris.

She began to finger herself with a frenzy, her hand smacking her tender flesh as her middle finger drove urgently as far as it could go up into her clasping pussy sheath, the nail scraping the ultra-tender cuntal canal.