She gets hornier when it’s storming. She walks around with wet see through panties; her bra discarded somewhere between her room and my study. Voluptuous tits bouncing with eat step. Blond hair curtaining them.
“You think you can tear away for a moment?” she asks, sliding her hand down to her moist pussy, rubbing the clit. She takes her fingers and touches her lips until they loosen and let the slick of her cunt enters her mouth. “I’m tasting rather sexual.”
“You want a good fuck, then?” I ask, pulling off my belt. My cock is hard, jutting through my pants. “You’re gonna have to earn it.”
And like the good girl she is, this vixen at twenty-one, she complies by getting on all fours and taking my meat in her mouth.
