It was only with difficulty that he managed to draw his mouth back from hers so he could speak.

"Jesus, honey, you're really something else," he said, his face contorting into a hungry leer as he stared into the lust-heavy eyes she directed so pleadingly towards his own. "What say you and I go back to my place where we can be more comfortable?"

Gently he began to lead her back towards the stairs that led to the top of the bluff and his car. His mind was already lost in erotic pictures of the fuck to come, and it took him a moment to realize that Angie was actually resisting his lead.

"Let's not go yet," she cooed, her lips again reaching for his, one hand grasping his hand and leading it to the warm swell of her cunt-mound. As her tongue stabbed hotly between his lips, one hand pulled down the zipper of her jeans while the other encouraged his fingers to enter the gap she'd opened for him.

Dave was ready to argue with the horny blonde, when his attention was arrested by the startling discovery that she wore no panties under her jeans.

Why, the little bitch, he thought excitedly, churning that ass in every direction all night and all the time she's naked under her pants. Looks like she's always cock-hungry. Well, she's come to the right man, if I can just get her off this fucking beach.

But Dave was now in less of a hurry as his finger explored the soft, sparse fur of her pussy-hair and wormed its way to the top of her gash and into moist contact with the already hardened nub of her clitoris. His fingertip prodded and circled the turgid bud frantically while his mouth melded hotly with hers. His finger was trying with difficulty to move down her puffy slit and reach her obviously seeping cunt-mouth, but her jeans were so tight that, even with the zipper open, it was difficult to make headway.