Drying herself off, Amber walked into the bedroom.

Johnny wasn't there. She noticed that his dotes were not in the room. For Chrissakes, she thought angrily. Is one lousy screw all I'm gonna get?

He was in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette and sipping a drink from the bottle on the counter. He smiled at her naked body and then noticed that she was angry. "Whatsa matter?" he asked.

"What the hell you doin' in here?"

"You couldn't be lookin' for more action, couldja? I mean, after a screw like that…"

"I'm horny," she explained. "Why the hell did you follow me here, anyway? I kind of thought you wanted to fuck, too."

He shrugged. "I did. But what about your old man? When's he gettin' back…"

"Just forget about my old man," she said, reaching out to take his hand. "We still have nearly an hour left. Let's not waste it, for Chrissakes."

Picking her up, Johnny laid her down on the kitchen table. She just looked up at him and waited for him to do more. Her legs were dangling over the edge of the table. Suspecting what was going to happen, Amber spread eagled her arms and gasped the corners of the table. Then she closed her eyes and waited.

Kneeling on the floor between her spread thighs, Johnny soon discovered that he was at the perfect height. Moving closer to the edge of the table, he licked his lips and began tickling and fondling Amber's pussy and clit with his tongue. The brunette wiggled, shaking the table. She parted her thighs farther and moaned when Johnny rested his hands on her warm thighs.

He tongued her ferociously, his tongue climbing into her greasy, lapping up the pussy milk, beating her insides. Amber kicked and, groaning, popped her rocks in his face. Johnny fingered her hole until she popped again and again.

When be thought she was ready to be fucked, Johnny picked her up and let her rest on the table.