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.
