The next item to come off was her jacket, which she again ceremoniously folded over the chair with maximum ass exposure. She had not worn a blouse.Sta...ding in just her lingerie, Julia spent a little time with sweeping gestures to emphasize a point. That made her breasts jiggle in a most enticing manner. Next, she casually stripped off the thong, which she wore outside the garter. The thong, of course, had to be carefully placed on the chair as well.Frank preferred a little pubic hair,. Surely he's knelt before her before, swallowed her before, had his throat filled and ravaged before.She starts to move, hips rocking forward and back. Her hand straying to the back of his head, guiding him forward, pushing him down, fingers grasping at the short tufts of hair, pulling his lips down the length of her cock, pressing her tip into the back of his mouth. Insistent now. Demanding. Skewering his mouth over and over. And he's fixed, helpless, pinned on her length. Heaving and drooling. No voicemail. No text. I followed him to the elevator. "How about one more drink," he asked me as he offered me his arm. I felt a spark ignite between us as I slid my arm through his. I nodded and smiled as we got on the elevator. He slid his key into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. We entered his suite and found another bottle of champagne on ice. I noticed the ice in the champagne bucket hadn't even started to melt yet. I saw the champagne. I looked at it, then him,. “Well, how do I look?” She said, turning slowly. The ends of the apron’s tie reached just past her adorable butt. “You are absolutely beautiful, Fiona,” Julie replied.“Stunning, simply stunning,” I added.Her olive skin, long legs, full breasts with their light pink areola and eraser sized nipples created an immediate stirring in my shorts. I glanced over at Julie, her breathing had quickened and those nipples I love sucking on were pushing out against her t-shirt.“If it would be okay with you,.