My shivering stopped when I started exploring her mangoes. I took her one boob in my hand and another one in my mouth while she was still wearing clot...es.Slowly I tried smooching her; and she reluctantly obliged and once she did, it was the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had in my life. Her saliva met mine while I took off her skirt & top, she was looking heavenly in her bra & panty. Now my both hands were crushing her boobs and our lips crushing each others.She was treating me as if I am her. Her head touched the baize, her arms lifted up and spread out. She raised her hips until her knees rose off the table. She held the position, panty front smooth, her privates taped up under, no excitement possible under the psychic tension and mild pain. Her hairless legs, her trim ankles, her rounds breasts clearly free of surgeon's scars."There you have it, Senores. A limberness that had to be seen to be believed. Surely the service of such a nimble beauty for five years is worth more than. After you recover, I pull you close for a hug. Your hand slides down the front of my skirt. I feel your fingernails scrape my bare legs just below my skirt. As your fingers slide up under my skirt, you pull me close and cover my mouth with yours. Your tongue enters my mouth and wages a battle with my own. Your hand caresses me under my skirt, but continues to ignore the spot where I need it most. Your other hand joins the first on the waistband of my panties. As you continue to fill my mouth. The most beautiful, pulsating, dark head pushed keenly forward. Pre-cum glistened, seeping from the large slit sitting proudly atop Pierre’s masterpiece of a cock. I licked, keenly sweeping up the pre-cum onto my tongue, and then kissed the tip, softly, lovingly, adoringly.Then my tongue, my mouth and my focus moved to the shaft, working my way down the stem with intermittent swirls of my tongue and passionate pecks. It felt so important to show gratitude towards the man who had me on my knees.