But behind him the moans went on, like soft siren songs, beckoning his gaze back to them. A winding path through a wood leading him from his home in the rural countryside into the closest small town. What’s yours?”
“Bette.”
She got up on the picnic table to get a better look and nodded at the robust young farmboy on the other side of the fence. The boy was so jealous of the dog — it had to be tasting the sweetest, most juicy pussy on earth! She lay there catching her breath and then lifted her head and stared at the fence where her voyeur watched back. This time, before he exited the wood, just as he neared the familiar clearing towards town, his breath caught in his throat. Her fists balled up on the table and her moans grew louder now. He jacked his dick hard and slow, mouth agape. His cock had never been so hard in his whole life, it felt like it could explode in his jeans any moment!
