"Sparkrock, Fred - Burning Desires" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sparkrock Fred)

She started to laugh, but his mouth covering the tip of her breast put
an end to the reaction. She only threw her head back and moaned as his
tongue lashed out, taunting the rose-coloured nubbin that jutted hard
and proud from her tit.

His lips and teeth joined his tongue at teasing, while his hands kneaded
the globe.

Arching back slightly and entangling her fingers in his hair, she shoved
the gigantic mound into his mouth as if attempting to force the
ponderous mass down his throat. Then pulling one of her hands free, she
reached down and grasped the pulsing rod that stabbed eagerly at her
belly. Squeezing, she jerked up and down along its rigid length.

Following suit, his hand roughly covered her vulva. His index finger
found the damp crease of her pussy and plunged into the hot, wet channel
of her vagina. In and out, the digit worked, moving across the agitated
surface of her clitoris with each exciting stroke.

The two-fold stimulation was more than the girl could endure. Moaning
under the dual manipulations, her knees turned to liquid. Together, like
a slow motion scene, they sank to the grassy bed that cushioned their
bodies.

He released his hold on the now-aching breast and once more covered her
full luscious lips with his own, as he rode atop her writhing body.
Beneath him, her long, shapely legs opened, spreading for his entry. Her
hand, still maintaining its grasp on his cock, glided the turgid organ
to the moist lips of her mound.

As the blood-filled head of his penis nuzzled the golden down between
her thighs, he threw his hips forward, thrusting the swollen shaft into
the hot, lubricated shelter of her vagina.

The sudden invasion drew a sharp cry of pleasure from the girl's throat.
The tight young muscles of her cunt contracted into a squeezing sheath
surrounding his throbbing manliness. Her hips jerked upward, burying the
hard pole deeper in her velvet-lined tunnel.

"God!" she groaned. "You feel so big! And so long!"

Rising on his arms, he hung over the blonde-haired woman so that they
were joined only at their hips. Then he vigorously pumped himself into
her fiery, liquid core in long hard strokes. Over and over, he threw
himself into the girl, as the sense of urgency that had dominated him
throughout the day drove him on at a desperate pace.

She didn't mind. She groaned and moaned under the battering attack.
Anchoring her hands on his back, she pulled, bringing his full weight
crushing atop her. She writhed and twisted with pleasure under the