Brenda cums quietly, no trouble

Brenda scoots forward on her leather office chair, spreads her knees wide and offers you her dripping pussy.

You kneel on the carpet and take a deep breath. Her scent makes your mouth water. Bless you, Mary Forbes, for teaching me how delicious a woman's vulva is, how delightful it is to give her pleasure, how lovely the curves and folds, the hood and the entrance. As a veteran nurse, you have seen and cared for many, many women's vulvas, but only now have you realized how much beauty and joy have passed through your hands and your vision. You remember the expression on your husband's face when he looks at yours. May we be truly grateful, you think.

Brenda has a plump mound with dark hair, deep pillowy outer lips covered with the soft, downy tails of her bush. With her knees spread wide, her inner lips, wet, pink and swollen, gape open for your sight and touch. Telltale little scars. A vaginal delivery. A C-section. Did Brenda enjoy receiving her husband's penis as you do, or did she lie back and think of the riches she'd earned, the sparkling rock on her finger? No matter. Here she is, and here you are.

As you lean forward to kiss and caress her thighs, her labia, her soft wet folds, you can feel her muscles tense and relax. Her breath quickens, hissing in and out from her nostrils. Her lips are tart, salty, wet and slick, and her scent excites you. Is she on heat, or is her flower always sending out the perfume of sex and desire?

Brenda is a mistress of quiet pleasure. You can tell it in her breath, the tension of her muscles, the tilt of her hips; a little scuff of her shoes on the office carpet, a little squeak from the suspension of her chair. But nothing in her voice, no moans, no exclamations, no begging. You lick and stroke, feeling her pleasure rise in her body. Delicious. Delightful. So lovely to taste, to touch, to feel her respond to you.

Brenda's peak comes quickly. Her hips quake. Her hands clasp your head to her vulva, pressing you close. Her knees close and open in quick spasmodic jerks. Her pelvis tips up and down, grinding the length of her sex up and down your face. Then she suddenly falls limp, releasing your head, slumping back in her chair. She sighs, a low "Ahhhhhhh" of satisfaction. "Gloria. Thank you."

"My pleasure," you say. "I hope you do...find someone regular."

"Yes," she says.

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