Mike moaned but did not yet reach for her, knowing that more was to come.Mike moaned but did not yet reach for her, knowing that more was to come. After teasing Mike with her breasts, she backed off, unzipped her skirt slowly, and began inching it down. When it was down to just above her pussy, with a few tufts of red hair sticking up over the waist band, she stopped. Grinding her hips, she rubbed her hand up and down on her pussy, outside of the skirt. The denim turned dark, wet with her juices. Finally, she turned around, pulled the skirt up over her ass, and bent over, grabing her ankles. She spread her legs slightly and slipped one hand up into her pussy. She gasped as a finger pryed apart the wet cunt lips, slipping deep inside. Slowly, she began to hump her finger, moaning with self-induced rapture. Mike could stand no more, and stood up, yanking off his shorts. He stepped over to Jenny, his cock hard as pole, hanging over her white ass. Bending down, he pulled her finger from her pussy, placed the head of his dick against the entrance of her sopping cunt, and pushed inside. Jenny moaned and tried to push back against him, but Mike put his hand on her ass and prevented it. Slowly he began pumping in and out, just the head of his cock and an inch or two of the hard shaft. In and out. Jenny moaned in ecstasy and frustration, happy to at last be impaled on a hard dick, but wanting Mike deep inside. |