"M-Mike…" she whispered timidly. She paused, leaving her lips slightly parted. And still he failed to realize that Melissa was not the cockteaser he thought she was. His mind was made up on that point and he was too hiding bound to understand.

Concentrating on the self abuse at hand, Mike wasn't even looking at her lustful face. He was staring down at his own thundering prick.

His balls were laid heavily on her curly cunt mound, swelling huger all the time. Through the flimsy material of her panties, she could feel his cum load sloshing around inside those big, bloated bags.

She craned her neck, lifting her head and bringing her face up before his loins. She had her gaze glued to the foaming head of his cock and only a fool could have failed to notice her willingness and fascination.

But this fucker was a fool, deluded by his own false premise and pounding his own prick in self-contained and self-serving attention.

It didn't take long – not nearly long enough to suit the girl, who was frustrated at being left out of it, yet enjoying her ringside seat, nevertheless.

His hand and wrist had fallen into the familiar rhythm and his prick, well-accustomed to this pumping action, was responding with gusto. Goo poured out, trickling down his prick, soaking over his balls and seeping through the material of Melissa's panties to mat her aunt bush. Thick gobs snapped from his knob and splattered en her naked belly.

"Arghhhh!" he growled.

Her eyes went wide, and so did her mouth. "Gonna hose you down, scumbag!" he snarled, abusing her in his churlish fashion. "Show you, cockteaser! Gonna use you for a slime rag!"

She wasn't insulted, however. The prospect was causing her to tremble. Her cunt was simmering, juicing into the tiny crotch of her bikini panties. Her nipples were standing up like pink gumdrops, her palms were itching and her fingers were tingling.