Just go for it!

One hand on her back, grabbing her shirt and the other cupping the back of her head, you bring her towards you. Your lips crash together. It is urgent, and after a moment of surprise, she yields; kissing you back and letting you explore her mouth with your tongue, teasing it with her own.

The kiss is broken as you raise her shirt over the back of her head. She raises her arms to help you, and as the fabric gives in, her chest is released, and her nipples graze your bare chest. You throw the shirt to the side and her hands return to your thighs. You look her in the eyes as she smiles coyly at you. Then your gaze trails downwards. The mass of boob flesh is squeezed between her arms. Each breast is the size of two of your fists together capped with a large brown areola and a pinky sized nipple standing at attention. A combination of freckles and faded stretch marks give each a character of its own and break up the smooth ivory of the otherwise flawless skin. You can't help yourself, taking a nipple into your mouth, you begin to suck and nibble on the tender flesh.

"Ohh, Dusty" Madison moans your name. Her hands grip your thighs hard, squeezing them with rhythm of your nipple ministrations.

Your one hand runs up and down her smooth back, while the other finds its way down the back of her overalls cupping her panty clad soft butt.

Madison leans forward, her voice low and sultry in your ear, "Dusty, mmmh, you are so eager. I didn't think my old body would have this effect on such a handsome young man." Her hand leaves your thigh, cupping the harness of your shaft, straining against your jeans. Her hand runs up your length and stops just shy of where your head peaks out of your pants. Her thumb begins to stroke along your frenulum.

You gasp at the new sensation. Jolts of electricity run up your spine. You feel the rush of orgasm well up and you know if you don't do something you are about to lose control. Her nipple drops from your mouth, and you bite down on her shoulder. Both your hands firmly grab her ass and you thrust into her, lifting her off the couch. Her exclamation of surprise is cut short as you pivot briefly before bringing you both crashing back down onto the soft surface lengthwise, your face buried in her tits and her hands now on your back. You revel briefly in the soft, warm, pillowiness of her tits, before beginning to kiss down her soft tummy and pulling her overalls and panties down towards her knees. As you reach her belly button with your lips her scent reaches your nose. It is rich, musky, and wholly feminine. Your mouth waters as you stand lifting her overalls and panties up and off the length of her legs, letting them drop in a ball next to the couch.

You look down to see her panting, your eyes now able to roam her entirely. Your gaze follows the trail of your mouth, from her lips to the bite mark on her shoulder, to the swell of her breasts, the flair of her hips and the freshly revealed bush between her legs. Trimmed but otherwise wild, its moist center obvious and inviting, a pink flower peeking out of the foliage.