a timid yes

Janessa nods, blushing deeply but otherwise the color drained from her skin as the shock of the situation still rocks her mind.

"Yes," she says so quietly it's almost a squeak. "It's just. We just. We can't. We haven't," she says in rapid fire. "Oh God, Honey, I just need to feel...anything..." she keeps going. Every syllable she's breathing is making your cock harder. Her breathing is getting harder and faster and it's making her tits heave on her hourglass figure.

You've got something for her to feel...something that's aching suddenly to be let out of your pants and shoved in her mouth, pussy, or ass. Fuck, you've never fucked her ass before, but right now that's all you're imagining is grabbing those shapely hips below that hour-glass waist and fucking pounding her.

"Have you been feeling..." you say, the words coming out in a jumble as the excitement made you tongue-tied. You're not even sure what you meant to ask.

"Oh honey!" she says and throws herself into your arms. You feel the heat of her pussy radiating and can feel her nipples trying to rip out of her blouse. Her hips shifted against your crotch; no, they ground against you. "Um...Honey?" she said and pushed with more intent.