Karen was tall and slender, her legs long and shapely, and her waist narrow. The slimness of her torso emphasized the size of her large, thrusting tits and the sweep of her firm-cheeked ass. She was wearing a short skirt that showed a lot of creamy thigh and a tight-fitting blouse that seemed to be molded to the contours of her heavy tits. It stood out in twin peaks where her stiff nipples jutted out from her tit-globes.

Her face was as sensual as her body. Karen had high, exotic cheekbones, green eyes that were slightly slanted and a wide slash of a mouth with a full lower lip – the sort of mouth that naturally made a man think of blowjobs.

She had long black hair, falling in heavy curls to her shoulders and flowing like spilled ink when she tossed her head in that saucy way that she had. Her voice was deep and husky and suggestive. She had told Tony that she was eighteen years old, lived alone with her doggy, and did not have a steady boyfriend.

All in all the situation seemed very promising.

Tony figured that he had struck it lucky today – although he still felt a little bit nervous about the dog.

Karen lowered her supple body onto one knee. The other knee was raised and her skirt slid even higher. She stroked the Alsatian's flanks and the dog squirmed under her caress, rubbing his head against her leg.

After a moment, she stood up again, giving Tony a sideways glance. Her gaze slid down to his crotch. Tony's cock was semi-hard by this time and a prominent bulge stood out in his pants. As her eyes moved down, Karen smiled and raised her eyebrows.

"Let's go into the front room," she suggested.

She moved on ahead. Tony followed her down the hallway, admiring the way her ass swung at every stride. Christ! he thought. This girl is eating-stuff!

And from the way his long red tongue was lolling out, the dog might have been thinking the same thing! Rover watched them go into the front room and a rumble sounded deep in his throat.