Her clit flared and her fuck-slot seemed to ignite, as if she had blown her breath onto a smoldering ember, fanning it to flames. She could feel the intense heat of her cunt waft up into her face. He nose twitched as her own tangy fragrance drifted up to her. No wonder the donkey had gotten excited, she thought, sniffing.

She leaned over her lap. Her tongue slid slowly back and forth across her lower lip. Frothy saliva bubbled in her mouth. Valerie was wishing that she was limber enough to go down on herself. Her cunt looked so delicious that her tongue felt almost as hot as her clit. How wonderful it would be to be able to eat her own cunt out, to cream on her own fluttering tongue. What a fucking thrill it would be to have her own steaming cum cream flood into her mouth, to have the simultaneous joy of coming and drinking cunt juice out of her own pussy! The thought drove her wild – and frustrated her, too, because she knew she couldn't manage it.

She had tried often enough.

Leaning back again, panting, Valerie began to run her hands up the hot, moist flesh of her inner thighs, stopping the caress just short of her cunt. Her ass churned on the leather seat and her belly pumped. She placed one hand over her curly cunt mound, the fingers trailing down and just lightly brushing against her clit.

She bunched all four fingers of her other hand together into a phallic bundle and began to shove them slowly and steadily up her fuck-hole. Her clit rippled violently and her cunt hole foamed heavily, lathering her crotch.

Valerie shuddered and moaned. She finger-fucked her pussy-hole with one hand and massaged her clit with the other, her loins jerking and undulating.

She knew she was going to have to cream more than once before she was satisfied today.

Her eyes closed. She remembered her husband's head, buried in the maid's crotch as he hungrily sucked her off. Jealousy sparked her lust. Her hands moved faster, working towards the first creamy climax. Her fevered mind was as hot as her cunt, images and fantasies dancing wildly through her thoughts. She was trying to concentrate on remembering John and the maid, but images of the donkey's huge cock kept coming into her mind. It was unwholesome to think about animal pricks while she frigged off, she knew – but it was so fucking exciting!