...For a long moment, she ran her shaky hands over that luscious chest and flat belly, loving the opposing textures of soft skin, coarse hair, and solid muscle. She impishly pinched his nipples before returning to her original, and more urgent, task. After separating the folds of his trousers, she dug inside and located the prize—a grand prize, she decided, by the outline of the bulge in his black bikini briefs. She tugged down the elastic, discovering that the trail of hair from his navel led to a lush pubic forest, and from his underwear sprang the most beautiful cock Blythe had ever seen.

The fat crimson head, partially covered with a darker-colored foreskin, shimmered in pre-cum dampness. Like a billy club, his fuck-stick bluntly slapped against his ridged belly and bounced up and down with the beat of his pulse. A network of red-purple veins marked its surface, a roadmap for Blythe’s tongue to eagerly follow.

As she kissed and licked her way up and down the lengthy shaft, she breathed deeply of his manly musk, which made her pussy weep in need. She used her hands to fondle and stroke him, then tugged upward until the foreskin buried the crown beneath its folds and created a small tunnel of flesh. She dug the tip of her tongue into the crevice and stabbed the cock head hidden below, painting circles around the slit. The sweet-salty droplets of his juice made her ache for more, and she eventually slid down the prepuce and engulfed the thick, moist crown between her lips. Her tongue went wild on his throbbing hardness, and Wolfe moaned his gratification. She sucked more and more of his nectar into her mouth, and before long, her tongue seemed to actually buzz with his manly tang.

Wolfe reached around to the back of her head and removed the bejeweled clasps that held her hair in place. When her locks cascaded around her face, he sighed approvingly and twirled several curls in his hands.

She took her mouth off his penis and shook her head, making certain the lengthy and heavy auburn strands brushed over his exposed crotch and belly.

“You like my hair?”

He laughed in delight. “With that curtain of tresses, you remind me of Tawny Kitaen in that famous Whitesnake video.”

“The one who did the splits on the hood of a car, flung her lion’s mane of hair in all directions, and made all the young boys worldwide burst in their pants?”

“That’s the gal.”

She smiled and shook her head again. “And that’s a true compliment.”

“Your hair…it looks so damned sexy.” He paused and shivered. “And feels so damned terrific against my dick.”

“Really?” She flipped her head to the side and swatted his bare flesh with the thick curls. This time, almost boyish giggles shot from his mouth in a rat-a-tat of mirth and widened her smile. “Ticklish, are we, lover?”

“Hardly.”

“Not at all?”

Viewing a challenge in his expression, she reached down and tugged off his socks. Shit, even his large feet, with the long, perfectly chiseled toes and the dusting of hair on the instep, held a manly beauty Blythe had rarely seen. She used her manicured nails to lightly tickle the soul of his right foot from heel to toe. When she received no response from him, she tried his other foot and redoubled her efforts.

“You’re wasting your time,” he said, chuckling, obviously not from her roaming fingers, but from her growing desperation to prove him a liar. “My body’s not at all sensitive. But you? Let’s find out…” He bent forward and gently stroked her sides, then traced the underside of her breasts with his nimble fingers...