Anne gives Jim a blowjob

Anne smiled slyly as she whispered to Jim, "Why don't you head to the bedroom? I'll be right in." Her voice was laced with anticipation, and Jim's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded and left the kitchen. A moment later, Anne entered the bedroom, the soft glow of the lamp highlighting her figure draped only in a sheer white apron. The fabric clung to her, accentuating every curve, and the hard peaks of her nipples pressed against the thin material, leaving little to the imagination. Jim's breath caught as he took in the sight, his desire palpable in the charged air.

As Anne sashayed towards him, the apron swaying with each step, she flashed a sly grin. "I hope you like your dessert," she purred, her confidence radiating like an aura around her. Jim's eyes never left hers, his breath hitching as she approached. The air was thick with anticipation, and every step she took seemed to amplify the desire crackling between them. She stopped just inches away, her hands resting on her hips, the apron barely covering what lay beneath. "I think you'll find it's the sweetest treat you've ever had," she teased, her voice low and sultry.

Jim's eyes widened as he took in every inch of Anne's naked form, her full breasts glistening in the soft light, nipples erect and inviting. Her neatly trimmed bush caught his gaze, a perfect contrast to her smooth, flawless skin. He could feel his cock hardening, straining against his clothes, as Anne's sultry voice echoed in his mind. She stepped closer, the apron slipping slightly, revealing a hint of her thighs. The air was electric with desire, and Jim's breath came in ragged gasps as he reached out, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Anne's fingers danced across the buttons of Jim's shirt, her breath whispered against his chest, sending shivers coursing through him. With each button she undid, her confidence grew, her touch becoming bolder. Finally, she reached his belt, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. She unbuckled it with practiced ease, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft whoosh. His zipper came next, the sound echoing in the charged silence. Anne's hands brushed against the bulge in his jeans, and she smiled to herself, knowing what was to come. With a gentle tug, she freed him, his cock springing out, hard and ready.

Anne's hands brushed against Jim's cock, she felt a surge of desire course through her. She couldn't wait any longer to taste him. With a sultry smile, she knelt down, her lips parting slightly as she leaned in. The moment her tongue made contact with his skin, Jim let out a low groan, his hands instinctively reaching for her hair. Anne's mouth wrapped around him, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, each moment intensifying the connection between them.

As Anne's lips continued their tender ****, her hand drifted downward, cupping the heavy sack beneath his cock. She squeezed it gently, feeling the fullness, the weight of his desire. Jim's breath hitched, his fingers tightening in her hair as a low, guttural moan escaped him. The pressure of her grip sent a surge of pleasure through him, intensifying the sensations as her mouth moved in perfect rhythm. Anne's own arousal grew with each sound he made, her movements becoming more eager, more passionate.

Anne's lips continued their tender ****, Jim's voice grew hoarse with desire. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. "Suck my dick, **** on it." His words were raw and urgent, fueling Anne's passion. She felt a surge of arousal at his coarse command, her mouth moving with renewed vigor. Her hand still cupped him firmly, squeezing in rhythm with her lips. Jim's hips began to thrust, his pleasure evident in the guttural sounds he made. Anne's own desire mounted, her body aching for more.

As Anne's determination surged, her mouth moved with relentless passion, each stroke fueled by her own growing arousal. She could feel the moisture gathering between her legs, a testament to her own desire as she focused on bringing Jim to the edge. His cock swelled in her mouth, and his groans grew louder, more urgent. Anne's hand tightened around the base, her rhythm matching the fervor of her lips. Jim's hips thrust forward, his fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as he whispered hoarse, encouraging words. The room was thick with the scent of their desire, each breath heavier than the last.

Jim's groans reached a fever pitch, his body tensed, every muscle coiled with impending release. Anne's mouth moved with relentless fervor, her lips and tongue teasing every sensitive inch. With a final, deep thrust, Jim's hips jerked, and he erupted, his cum shooting down Anne's throat. She swallowed eagerly, her lips still wrapped tightly around him, drawing out every last drop. The warmth spread through her, a primal satisfaction coursing through her veins. As Jim's tremors subsided, he pulled her up, his hands cradling her face, his breath ragged. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Jim's chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath, his hands still gently cradling Anne's face. He looked into her eyes, a mix of affection and nostalgia swirling in his gaze. "You know," he murmured, his voice still rough from the aftershocks of pleasure, "this reminds me of those Friday nights back in high school." A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as memories flooded his mind. "The way you used to do that... it was always so incredible."