Almost at once she returned. Or so it seemed. She had changed from her businesswoman's tailored suit to a tight sweater and a mini skirt, for Monica r...ther sexy apparel. I could see her breasts push out and sag into the sweater's support in the most seductive curves -- could it be she wasn't wearing a brassiere? Then her nipples showed in profile, and I knew she wasn't."Are you going out like that, Monica?" I tried to ask casually.But she knew what I meant. She shook her shoulders at me and her. So I went up to her clitoris and sucked on it. That pushed her over the edge. She threw her hands to the back of my head, forcing my face hard into her pelvis, and she gritted her teeth and silently groaned through them for about 30 seconds. I held on, very gently holding her clitoris between my teeth, her cunt streaming her sweet smelling cum all over my chin that was grinding into it. As she came down from her climax she let go of my hair. She was still as stride me and leaking copious. After another embrace, accompanied by a long, passionate kiss, two pairs of hands busied themselves unfastening the blue jeans being worn by the other person. Her fingers were more nimble, so Donna finished first, and got to her knees to pull Kevin’s pants down to the floor, where he could step out of them. When they were out of the way, she looked up to smile at the way his cock was stretching his boxer shorts. The happy bride had been looking forward to this moment for months. After. ..Um," instead of " Oh...Oh...Oh!" Each stroke extracting a reaction. The changes were small but easily detectable. It had gone much quicker than Keith would have imagined. This 33 year old woman is taking me stroke for stroke. Brandi winced with every stroke, both up and back. Especially hard to absorb is when I came down, hammering into her without mercy. But there is a difference. The pressure is still there, the sensation of being filled beyond her limit is obvious. What is quickly.