She brought her moist fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. Very wet. Then go to sleep before you get yourself in serious trouble.With that perfe...t plan in mind, she returned to the living room and lounged on the couch, which caused her robe to ride up to about mid thigh, revealing even more of her shapely legs. No matter how many times she told herself, You're supposed to be going to bed, she still remained on the couch, pretending to watch the television but actually watching James in. She walked over to one of the vertical columns that was behind and to his right, then made a pose with her hands behind her head, forcing her chest out to its fullest, and raised her left leg up to put the foot on the column. Then, in a voice she normally used to drive her lover Scott, also known as Cyclops, into a frenzy, Jean said, "Well, Banshee, what do you think?" Putting down his beer, Banshee turned and froze. His eyes went wide, his mouth hung open in a stunned gape. He finally got. She walked across the room toward the bed. Slowly, her hands reached up and released the single button on her suit coat. Her shoulders rolled as she let it fall off and slip to the floor. She unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of her white, sheer blouse. The peeping lights shone through the material, revealing the curve of her large breasts, held firmly in place. The next 2 buttons revealed her stunning cleavage. The soft light cascaded over her shoulders, funneling down between her breasts,. John grunted. Beryl rose, fell again. And again. And again. Then setting up a rhythm, fast and hard. Taking him in deep. Gasps now from John. Squelching sounds from Beryl’s cunt juices as she drove herself on to him. ‘Yes, pet. Fuck me. Fuck me. Keep going. I’m all right. Fuck me.’ The words emerging in staccato bursts each time Beryl descended. The slow build-up was paying dividends. John was in control of himself, relishing the sensations that pulsed from the underside of his knob but knowing.