Too hot

As her hand idly strokes your leg, her other hand goes to the buttons of her shirt and started unbuttoning. "It's still too hot. You don't mind if I take this shirt off, do you?" she asks with a steady look in her eyes.

"Please. Go right ahead," you reply in calm manner that hides your mounting excitement. She continues undoing her blouse, taking her hand of your knee long enough to remove the shirt. Her white lace bra tries and fails to contain her mounds of flesh, but mostly it just makes great cleavage. You instinctively put your mug down on the coffee table, thinking that she's going to lunge at you any minute.

"You must be hot in that shirt, too. Why don't you get more comfortable?" she queries, tugging at the hem. Not really knowing what's going on, but not really wanting to stop anything, you help her pull off your shirt. You really aren't thinking that the cologne is dong this. She must just be very horny. You toss the shirt across the room; now your chest is bare, and Nadine loses no time in stroking it with her hands. Well, since she started touching you first, you feel nothing holding you back, so you grasp her great tits in your fingers.

"Oh, yes. I love having my tits played with," she says breathily. Her hands quickly go behind her back to undo the clasp on the bra. She pulls it off, and your mouth waters at the sight of her half-softball sized breasts, milky-white and perfectly round. You cup them in your hands and lean in to taste them. As you lick her skin, you can just smell a hint of her perfume. She moans, holding your head to her ample bosom. You suck a nipple into your mouth, and she gasps, "Yes! Oh, yes!"