I straddled his lap in matching bra and pale blue panties. He sat naked under me on the La-Z-Boy recliner, his erection lifting against my cunt. I experienced its heat and thickness through the sheer nylon mesh. An arm wrapped my back. Fingertips that barely grazed the skin descended to my ass. His glasses jostled against my closed eyes. I fed him tongue.
He lowered the waistband of the panties down my buttocks and ran a finger into the crease. My breasts brushed his bare torso, which was hairless, lean, and sinewy. He had a swimmer's build. His eyebrow was pierced.
I tugged the panties to the side, allowing the labia to peel open upon contact with his prick. The lips swept along the shaft. The kisses of cunt deposited my arousal on the underside of the cock. He unfastened the clasp at back, and I shrugged the bra from my shoulders. Squeezing my tits forcefully, he brought his mouth to the nipples, which were hard as diamonds. We locked hands. I dragged our combined touch down my front, to the pussy. Our palms got wet in my waters. My fingers closed about the glans. They twisted and pulled on the head and became sticky with precome. Starting at his throat, I lipped his pecs and abs and sank to ground before him. The eye of the penis winked at me.