She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and gently stroked her pussy slit. She toyed with her clit, felt its hard, throbbing stiffness as it poked its little head from her cunt. She touched it lightly and felt a jarring shock blaze through her pussy. She massaged it gently, wishing there was some way to get her mouth against it, to draw it sweetly between her lips and let her tongue roam freely over and around it. She wanted to suck it until her pussy exploded in a million shooting stars that would fill the room with light and smash the dam in her cunt that held back the awful pressures of her body that cried out in the dark for an escape from the prison of her pussy.

Susan eased a finger into her cum-filled cunt slot and circled it around her opening, her entire body tingling as she touched herself. She slipped three of her fingers inside her creamy cunt and began stroking herself slowly. Her pussy throbbed with desire, as steaming hot as a fiery torch.

Susan's fingers stroked in and out of her cunt slot. Her hand was covered with her creamy juices and the sticky remains of John's cum.

She let her thumb roll around her clit, her tiny love button twitching with delight from her soft stroking. She could sense the building up of the fires in her body, her cunt humping against her hand as her fingers slipped deeply inside her burning pussy gash.

It was nice, very nice, but it still wasn't a cock and that's what she wanted most of all. Not just a cock that would plow her cunt opening and fill her with jism, but one that would make love to her. It seemed a strange term to her, but that's the way she had come to think of it. John had sex with her she didn't even have that with him. What she really wanted was a prick to make love to her pussy.

Her fingers moved faster as they slid into her cunt, massaging her pussy to its peak, an intense heat searing the inner walls of her cunt slot.