Jolene got up on her tip-toes and touched her mouth to his, her kiss so damn sweet, it almost knocked him over backwards. When her small hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, he actually stopped breathing for a few seconds. When she smoothly unbuttoned and then unzipped him, he shut his eyes, praying hard for her touch. And when she answered that silent plea and slid her fingers inside his boxers, circling the tip of his c**k, he almost fell over at the shock of pure, hot sensation.
Gracefully, making him wait, Jolene sank to her knees in front of him. She tugged his jeans and boxers lower, low enough for him to spring completely free. She smiled now – a smile of satisfaction, of want – and took his length in her hands. She licked her lips, and that sexy, wet movement unfroze his bra
