Soon the hot blonde was squirming in passion while he held her in his lap. He could feel the moist heat from her solid wiggling bottom right through his coarse jeans. Her tunic was completely undone, and his face nuzzled into her lithe, slightly damp chest. He was licking and kissing his way all around a most delightful, delicate, apricot brassiere that raised her youthful breasts.
Her hands came up to lightly cradle the man’s burrowing head, and press him to her, and she was arching back with eyes closed and purring like a sensual kitten. When Bob managed to come up for air, he mumbled something about taking the brassiere off; Jodi immediately obliged, reaching up behind with deft, well-practiced fingers to undo the hitch and let the little bra spring loose.
It dangled from her shoulder
