The plunging of his curled finger up into her crevice increased in tempo, and she got
slicker with every stroke until it felt to him as if he were sticking his finger into a
slushy, overripe fruit which had been warmed by the sun. “It is the power of the Lord!”
Amazed by what he was hearing, but even more impressed by what he felt, Floyd
tickled her hairy cuntlips with his middle finger. Floyd’s cock, straining mightily, twitched in her tenacious grasp. Floyd’s cock, straining mightily, twitched in her tenacious grasp. So excited that he could scarcely keep his truck on a straight course, the farmer felt
his way up her stockings until he reached her smooth, warm thighs above the
gartered tops of her hose. “Can’t quite figger what’s wrong,” he said huskily as he fiddled with the carburetor. The tips of his fingers curled around the left leg elastic of the woman’s flimsy briefs,
and he stretched the elastic toward him, at the same time gliding his hand inside her
panties.
