Camey tried to guess how wide that thing jerking in front of her face was. Two inches? More? She wasn't sure. All the girl knew was that his dick would probably tear her in two. Now as she swallowed hard and stared at his still-growing cock Camey began to wonder if she shouldn't try to get out of this apartment before it was too late.

"Like it, baby? Most chicks go nuts when they see it," Brad said proudly, his eyes slitting as he reached down and scratched his balls.

Camey watched the fat, blood-heavy cock bob back and forth lazily. A sharp and yet pleasant odor coming from Brad's hairy crotch was triggering something exciting between her legs, making her cunt juice even more than before.

"We can't… fuck," she whispered, her eyes growing wider as his dick lengthened by the second.

"Sure we can. You can take it, baby, take it all," he whispered back.

Camey started crawling backward on the mattress while Brad finished sliding off his bathing suit. In a second he was on his knees, smoothing his fingers over her flesh, reaching up and pushing her back down onto the mattress.

For a while nothing happened. Camey closed her eyes and shuddered, drinking in the wonderful feeling of Brad's fingers tracing circles over her body. When he came up to her cunt the young man stopped short of touching those glistening, swollen lips. He toyed with the outer curly hairs, pretending he was about to slide his fingers through that cuntal thicket, then backing off at the last possible second.

Camey was going mad with the teasing. She wiggled her shoulder blades against the mattress, bobbing her ass up and down, undulating her legs against the dirty lumpy mattress covering. She found herself saying things, whispering things that would have made her blush an hour ago. If only he'd touch her, do something to relieve the terrible pressure building up between her shivering white legs!