Foreplay into more

"Get on your knees before me, little man" her charming voice pierces the silence in the room. You obey, expecting another hour of **** on and sucking her girlhood. She pauses as she enjoys the view of you kneeling before her waiting for her next order.

"Kiss my calves. Do it gently. Don't worry about your cold hands on my skin." A bit suprised by her request, you slip on your knees towards her, put one hand on the ground to support and one hand on the backside of her lower leg. Then you start kissing her through the fabric, her sweet chestnut perfume nestling into your nostrils. A long sigh escapes her mouth, when your start roaming up her calves and you feel one of her hands diving through your hair. "What a good boy you are." she lets out another sigh, while your lips keep massaging her through the thin beige stockings.

Few minutes later, she gently cups your chin and pulls you into a upright kneeling position with the other hand at the back of your head. "You are still pretty cold, honey." she moves her hand from the back of your head to her lips as if in thought, but they can't hide her impish smile. "How about you warm yourself between my thighs." Now fully smirking and without waiting for your answer, she pushes you into her maroon skirt, and envelopes your head with her strong thighs. "That's an obedient little boy." Zoe purrs as you offer no resistance at her advances. Considering how often she consoled you when Jessica took her anger out on you, you take it for only fair that you let her play her games.

Again you smell chestnuts but also the musky tint of her sex, while she slowly grinds your head with her hips. The coldness actually starts to flee from your head, as the smooth fabric of her skirt rubs over your skin. Soon you feel her growing sex brushing against your cheek with every motion of her hips, and the smell of it invading your nose, seeking domination over her parfume. "Can you feel it, sweety? My lustfulness." you hear her voice, muffled through her thighs pressing against your ears. "Kiss it. Kiss it the way you kissed my calves."

You press a kiss on her still kind of soft phallus whenever her hips movements press it into your face, eliciting girlish moans from Zoe. Her musky smell now full embraces you, the faint trail of chestnut already indistinguishable, making your head dizzy. Appraising words and silent sighs and moans emanate from her, while her memeber slowly gains on length and hardness. Your face is now bright red, from the embrassment of voluntarily being between your big sisters thighs breathing her sex and the heat which radiates from her legs and crotch, while her fingers draw complex musters on your scalp and temples. Your head is all giddy from her heat and lust, but it feels comfortable, being gently enveloped by her warmth and love, the slow motion of her hips making you sleepy.

Her hands disappear from your head, and she tenderly pushes you away from her thighs with every movement of her hips, revealing your deep red face. Zoe chuckles at your sight. "This is already so hot, and we haven't even started yet." She says like a dog with two tails. Rosy redness on her cheeks as you look up to her. "Good boy." she answers your look with a cute smile. "Now that you have made me hard, I will tell you the plans for our little meeting." Her hands patting and stroking you head again, the bulge of her love stick showing on her maroon skirt, happy to see you.