Mabel dropped her bikini panties and stepped out of them, leaving a rumpled pile on the bathroom floor. She stood swaying drunkenly while waiting for the older man, all the while staring in undisguised hunger at his desire-swollen rod of flesh. The young girl could feel her v****a clasping and unclasping in anxious need. She had to have that massively thickened p***s up inside her c**k-starved cunt. She had to ... she was burning up.
Martin turned and stared at the crumpled white nylon on the bathroom tile and, grinning, he dropped his own trousers, leaving them on top of her bikini panties. Then, he slid his jockey shorts down his long muscular legs, and they fell on top of the obscene pile.
Then, as he began removing his knit shirt, he saw that Mable's eyes were glued to his long, hard
