"Touch my cock!" he commanded softly and Valerie moved her hands to his fly, where his mammoth erection was already straining against the summer fabric of his pants.

Quickly she unzipped him and pulled out the long, stiff pole. Her slender, long fingers toyed with the shaft and tugged gently on the fat balls in their furry nest of pubic hair. He pulled away from her long enough to strip off his clothing and then his greedy hands returned to her waiting body.

He got down next to her and started to kiss her golden throat. His mouth was harsh and rough, leaving angry red marks to indicate its travels. He moved down to her tits and she gasped with pleasure as his tongue darted over her hot nipples, wickedly flicking it and lashing it.

His hands kneaded the white fruits and his teeth continued to bite and chew. Valerie moaned and tried to bring one of his hands down to the flaming patch of her pussy.

He wanted to tease her though and refused to grant her the release she sought. His hands tickled her lovely golden belly, its few hairs bleached to a pale blond. He explored the inner thighs and the white globes of her ass before he allowed his fingers to casually brush against her sopping pit.

"Please, please, touch me!" she implored.

"Where?" he asked innocently.

"You know!"

"I don't!"

"Between my legs!"

"Here?" he asked, as his hands, slid between her knees and stayed there.

"No, no!"

"Where then?"

"In my… crotch!"

"Where in your crotch?"

"My cunt! Please!"

He moved his fingers swiftly and stroked the woman's slippery hot mound whose juices were already seeping and staining the couch below her. One hand tickled the lips and began to probe the secret, inner hole.

Valerie sighed and started to bite his neck and chest.