“What must I do?” she abdicated mentally to the yearning within her for a singing career.
“Jesus Almighty!” he moaned as his eyes closed.
She realized that in her anticipation her fingers had clamped down on the thick rod within her grasp as she decided to satisfy him that night.
Without a word, he reached out and grasped one of her silk-covered t**s and massaged it carefully.
She stroked the hardness in his pants, discovering its massive contours.
“Pull it out, baby. Pump it. Pumpit!” There was a note of pleading in his voice now.
She slipped down the zipper and slid her fingers around inside his jockey shorts to release his p***s. When it bounded out, red and glistening, she almost screamed. She had never seen a man's organ closely like this, and it was frightening. She decided at
