"Why stop there?" asked Unta, still flat on her back. Curling her legs up, she flexed her lower muscles, causing her pussy to wink, and her golf-ball sized clit to peek out from under its hood. "I know you two are probably a little worn out from the ride here, but I've only had one orgasm since we got here. If my cooch gets any hotter, I'll be able to hard boil an egg inside it. You don't have to fuck me if you're too sore, but some TLC would be nice." Unta licked her lips and cupped her breasts to drive her point home, while squeezing her pussy so hard that her clit poked out a full four inches, until it was almost as big as a pickle.