Slowly, she relaxed her leggy grip and stood, hugging him tight as thick juice sluiced from her slit and landed with a quiet splat on his foot.

With no warning, she climbed onto the sofa cushions, got onto her hands and knees, and wagged that fabulous fanny in the air. He'd suspected a wildcat lived inside her, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Like a graceful tiger, she glanced over one shoulder and, with nothing more than a sultry look, beckoned him near. One, slow stroke of her tongue across that pouty lower lip made him forget he had two kids, sleeping upstairs.

Dusty's cock sprang up again, throbbing harder than it had when he gave it to her against the counter. In an instant, he was behind her and, hands plastered to her round, welcoming rump, he mounting her from behind. He did it almost without thinking, like an instinct-driven animal, sliding into her quickly and easily. In, and out, slow, then fast, until he heard the juicy ooze from his first orgasm bubbling out of her.

"Don't come yet," she whispered. "Please don't come yet."

Dusty reached between her legs and stroked her furry lips until his finger were as slick as that perfect pussy. He rubbed the satiny, porcelain skin of her bum, unable to stop thrusting and pumping as he did.

"Yes," she hissed, her head high. "Yessssss…"

He pressed his lips to every bone of her supple spine, and by the time he reached her swanlike neck, she hung her head, grunting in rhythm to each stroke of his prick. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," was her throaty chant. "Ahh, ahh, ahh."

"I can't wait much longer," he managed to croak.

"Not yet," she said on a sigh. "Not just yet…"

It was her turn to reach between his legs. Mandy stroked his balls, gently squeezing until he thought his swollen cock would surely explode. Then, finally, her back arched, forcing him still deeper into her. When she went completely still, he knew she was coming. And with the thought, Dusty squirted her full of hot, thick jism, again. Weak-kneed and trembling, he ground his molars together in the hope it would provide the ounce of energy he'd need to keep from mashing her into the sofa cushions.

"Perfect," she purred flirtatiously, tilting her gorgeous head to one side. Rolling onto her back, she held her arms out to him and, glad to give his exhausted body a moment's rest, Dusty obeyed.

Drowsy from their frenzied fucking, he fought sleep. "I wish you could come upstairs with me."

"So do I." She twirled a lock of his hair around a forefinger.

Regretfully, he got up, shrugged into his clothes and grabbed his shoes and socks. "Goodnight, Mandy," he sighed. "Sweet dreams."

And then he was gone.