Take off Kendra's top and give her some attention

You figure you can at least handle taking her top off. Any unusual equipment is obviously going to be further down, you figure. Once you have relaxed back into your makeout session, you bring your hands to the hem of her shirt, slipping them just underneath to feel the warm skin of her waist. She shivers and groans lightly into your kiss, and you boldly move up to her ribs, admiring the sleekness of her form.

Kendra breaks off the kiss and whispers, "You're getting me hot with all this teasing, baby." But she doesn't make a move to hurry things up, allowing you to set the pace. You keep pushing up until you graze the undersides of her full, perky breasts and realize she isn't wearing a bra. You have to get this shirt off of her. You push the fabric up, and she raises her arms so that you can remove the whole blouse. Her hair falls back down a little messily, trailing over her chest and shoulders. You move a hand up behind Kendra's head, gently pulling it to the side, and lean in to kiss her neck. She lets out an unabashed moan in response, and you suck at the pulse point while your other hand returns to stroking her ribs. After you have rendered the woman boneless, you drop your head down to kiss her breasts. She looks down at you with hooded eyes, and you take one nipple into your mouth while fondling and kneading the other breast.

"Oh, that's nice," she husks. She cradles your head with her hand, and you switch back and forth between breasts, nipping and sucking her pale flesh until it is nicely flushed.

One of your hands seems to have developed a mind of its own, as it travels south and barely brushes the front of Kendra's shorts. She sucks in a breath and her eyes gleam with lust.