She informed him that their mother had given her permission for us to use her room.
With a chuckle in his voice, he said, "Are you f*****g kidding me?"
"I don't think so,"
She grabbed him by the hand and led him into the boudoir that belonged to her mother.
When she had finally reached the bed, she turned around to face him. She was unable to gaze into his eyes without craning her neck since she was naked. She began unbuttoning his shirt from the top button, and proceeded to work her way down the button placket. He leaned down to locate her mouth and pressed his lips firmly against hers as he probed her mouth with his tongue in an aggressive manner. As soon as the final button was removed, she eased the cloth off of his shoulders and down using her hands. He was aware of his clothing
