5 boxes

"I think I'll buy five boxes," you finally say. She nods.

"Five, huh? That will help nicely," she says as she walks over and sits on your couch, waving you over. You sit down beside her and she holds out her hand for the cash. You dig your wallet out and hand her the amount, which she folds up and tucks into her substantial cleavage.

Then she leans toward you and kisses you passionately. Her soft lips open, letting you slip your tongue inside. Claire moans softly into your mouth as she rolls over your leg to straddle your lap. You pull her body close to you, pressing her chest against yours as her tongue forces its way into your mouth.

You let your hands roam down her back, grabbing at her firm round ass. Breaking your liplock, Claire purrs in your ear as you massage her ass, her hips grinding against the growing bulge in your pants. You slide one hand in between your bodies and work your way up to her chest as you kiss her neck. Claire's large breast feels firm through her shirt, the hard little nipple poking against the fabric through her bra.

You try to slide your hand up the back of Claire's shirt, but she slaps your hand away. "Easy, big boy. You only bought five boxes," she whispers into your year with a giggle, then begins kissing you again.