Doe Wilson breathed fast in anticipation as she slid her slim hand into Robby Cameron’s bulging jeans. Her exploring fingers inched lower to touch his thatch of curly crotch hair, and then contacted the thick, hard base of his big cock.
Her fingers curled around the thick, hot shaft of his prick. She blinked fast for a few seconds, then smiled. Wow! She had picked up a prize stud this time!
They were on the bed in her small room. She had just picked him up at the Elite Estates recreation room.
Robby asked nervously: “What about your mother?”
He’d met Polly Wilson when he entered the twenty-wide mobile home. He knew how thin the walls were.
Doe used her other hand to unbuckle Robby’s ornate western belt and unsnap his jeans. “She knows when I have a boy in here it’s privacy time. Don’t worry about Mom. She’s no prude.” Doe tossed her dark-red hair back and laughed throatily. “She and Dad are definitely not prudes!”
Doe ran Robby’s zipper down slowly, savoring the revealing of his cock. He wasn’t wearing briefs. She saw her hand exposed, wrapped around a cock almost as thick as her slim wrist. She gently pulled the rest of the prick free of its nest in the tight leg of his jeans.