She Feels You, You Feel Her

The hand on Jenna's shoulder slides down her arm and your other hand begins to stroke along her neck. It's Jenna's turn to moan now, nickering softly and nuzzling your cheek, moving her body softly against yours, her huge breasts running against your mostly bare chest through your torn shirt. Her large and strong hands are still running over your crotch, fondling you through your pants.

"That feels good," she whispers, her large and thick lips running over your ear, "I've wanted you for some time. I loved the feeling of you on my back, the way we rode together. I'll bet I could give you a hell of a ride now."

This is too much for you, you turn your head and kiss her large mouth. The touch is a new one to her, but with a bit of experimentation, she begins to kiss back hungrily, drowning your mouth with hers, her long and thick tongue sliding slickly into your mouth. Your hands slide slowly to Jenna's breasts to stroke over the lightly furred soft skin, stroking at her thick and leathery nipples. She squirms and makes a low neigh of pleasure as you do this.

"Oh yes!" she says, clutching you to her with well-muscled arms, "Those were never that sensitive before. Feels so good!"

She has you trapped in the stall now, pinned against the wall as she grinds her wet sex against you. **** hands have torn your shirt the rest of the way off and she begins to lick at your neck and your chest, applying lips and tongue to wherever she can reach. You're doing your share of kissing and licking as well and are soon sucking lustily at her nipples.