She would have restrained herself too long. Seated at her computer, glossy color prints spilling across her desk, Melissa finally would have to relieve the quivering ache in her young loins. What a joy it would be to watch her tapering fingertips tug the dark skirt up over her sleek pale thighs, to watch her part those shapely limbs, shuddering, and sink her restless fingertips down through the lustrous tangles of her dense black thatch, into tender pink flesh already moist and open and musky! Oh, to watch her face contort in joy, her back arch as she stroked herself faster, digits squelching deliciously about the rigid nubbin of desires that drove her onward.
Panting, Alan unzipped his fly and eased out his swollen c**k. He ran his sweating hand up and down the reddened pillar of meat hu
