Now, on the bench

You sit on the bench in the changing room. Britney kneels in front of you and unzips your shorts, pulling them down over your knees. You kick them into the corner. Your thick length bobs from the effort. She drops her thong to the floor and sits on your thighs, facing you. Her tight little body feels so good against your legs.

Britney pulls your shirt over your head and bends down to lick your nipples. You groan when she sucks on one. You gently push her away from your chest and lean her back so you can return the favor. When you lick the nipples of her modest B-cup breasts, you find out they are very sensitive, because her whole body shudders. "Oh, fuck, that feels good, John! My tits are directly connected to my pussy." You suck hard on one nipple and pinch the other; she pants hard as her groin quivers on your legs. You can smell her musky arousal in your nose.

She groans and grabs your shoulders to brace herself. She lifts her hips and rubs her pussy on your stiff shaft. It is your turn to moan. After she pumps up and down five times, you are wild and see that she is just as turned on.