Mrs. Russell's gaze wandered across the oily tanned body of the young man. It shone like fine bronze in the candle light, reflecting youth, and vitality.
His broad chest and his sculpted six pack shone with a sheen. The lady gasped uncontrollably, when her eyes landed on his massive cock. Hanging majestically between his legs, the humongous organ was all moist, and still hard.
Her eye lashes fluttered weakly as she fought the primal urge to grab him, and suck him off with a rabid intensity- not stopping until she had milked him dry. She swallowed weakly as the urge raged through her with a savage lust.
The sound of a cock crowing came again- rippling through the stillness of the night's air.
"No," she paced herself; "Pull yourself together Madeline, you're thinking like a whore. . ."
