Allowing him to embrace her, her hands found his rigid pole and began to rub furiously.

"Just don't come all over this red satin! And for God's sake, don't tear the panties!"

He pulled up the nightgown to expose her beautifully clad, red satin crotch, which had charming tufts of her blonde pussy hair peeping out and grabbed the elastic of the leg holes.

"I'll by you a new pair, of panties every day! And I'll rip these off, I'll rip them all off!" and with those words, the fifteen dollar red satin garment was ripped in two and flung aside.

"Blair!" she breathed, loving every minute it.

His hands ran up and down her legs in their silky casings and occasionally touched her wet little box.

She turned and helped him out of his three piece summer suit, heedless of how her careless handling was wrinkling the garments. She was a pussy on fire and she wanted the deep, hot satisfaction of penetration by his glorious tool.

Whirling her around so that she faced away from him, he began to fondle her tits through the seductive red satin of her night dress. In the long mirror, he could see her nipples stiffen and grow hard as his tense, insistent fingers rubbed and pulled.

The satin hissed and whispered their passion, making odd, almost human noises as he caressed her arched body through it.

In the mirror, he was able to watch the progress of his own hands as he touched her, enjoying how large and powerful they were. Although Val's tits were huge, one hand could cover one of those quivering jugs. He loved to watch her face, too, as it grimaced with heated passion. As he fondled her body, her throbbing chest with the taut inflated breasts and the open, spread coral mass of her pussy, her head rolled back and her face became a mask of unadulterated lust. He loved this power over her and loved too this woman's ability to surrender herself so completely to her passion.