Hannah and Brandon get even closer

As Zack headed for the door, he just about tripped over his feet when he saw how friendly Hannah and Brandon had become. She was sitting in his lap, giving him a lap dance that was so erotic, Zack wondered if she had gotten a job at a strip club off-campus. He admired how her body moved for a few seconds, and then continued to the door.

“Mmm! You enjoying yourself, Baby?” Hannah moaned as she leaned back into Brandon.

“Oh yeah!” he moaned in reply.

“Well, you know, you don’t have to just sit there,” she schemed.

“Huh?” Brandon was befuddled.

“We’re not in a club and I’m not doing this for money, Sweetie. You can touch the merchandise here!” Hannah winked as she took Brandon’s hands in her own and guided them to her tits.

Hannah moaned as the bear paws that were Brandon’s hands massaged her breasts. He alternated pressures, first squeezing with all his might, then brushing so lightly he was barely touching them. The older woman in his lap writhed in pleasure. She let go of his hands when he had things figured out. Her right hand slid up the side of his face while her left reached over and rubbed his cock through his cargo shorts.

“Mmm! Ashley said you were good at this, Brandon!” Hannah hummed.

Suddenly, she turned her head towards his and kissed him roughly, her tongue forcing its way past his lips. It took the football star a second to get over the shock, but he figured ”Eh, what the Hell” and kissed her back.

“My God, Hannah. This is awesome!” he muttered in between tongue battles.

“Oh, it’ll get even better when this beast comes out to play!” Hannah laughed as she grabbed his fabric-covered cock.

“Are we going that far, Beautiful?” he asked as he twisted her nipples through the red shirt she was wearing.

“All in due time, Boy. All in due time!” she hinted as she again took his hand in hers and slid it down her torso. When their fingers reached her mid-drift, she then led him up underneath the fire engine-toned shirt and back to her breasts. Brandon inhaled deeply when he realized that Hannah was not wearing a bra. “Well, DUH! You were just pinching her nipples, genius!” he thought to himself as he resumed mauling Hannah’s globes.

“Feel free to let your hands travel to points further south if you wish, Lover!” Hannah moaned as her hand made its way into the waistband of the slacks he was wearing.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” he groaned as her fingers rubbed him through his boxers. After a few seconds, he felt her fingers invade the opening in his boxers and grab his cock directly.