Ellen surrenders to Jane.

Jane doesn’t hesitate, and rising up and off of Ellen’s reclining body, reaches with both hands under Ellen’s skirt, and pulls on the tan pantyhose, stopping at the tops of her knee high boots. Ellen’s wearing a lacey red thong with a sheer panel covering her mound. Its covered by a large circle of dampness. Jane chuckles at Ellen’s obvious arousal, and while looking down on her begins to strip off her own clothing. Reaching down to her hip, Jane pulled the zipper down, and when the pleated skirt hit the floor, she kicked it to the side with tip of a shiny three inch stiletto. Her jacket quickly followed as her eyes locked on Ellen’s, who made no effort to escape, and breaking Jane’s gaze, watched Jane undress. Her jacket soon joined the skirt on the floor, and she leaned over Ellen as she unbuttoned her white blouse.

“For the next thirty minutes girl, you’re my ****, understand?” Jane says before stripping off the shirt, followed quickly by her bra and panties, until she was standing naked save for her beige thigh high stockings. Ellen looks at the clock, and wonders if you or Amy had missed her yet.

Jane's body is tanned, but with sharp defined tan lines that outline her tits and pussy in pale white flesh. Her breasts are large, with large brown nipples. Glancing between her legs, Ellen could see the open petals of Jane's labia, wet with her arousal. Roughly, Jane pulled off Ellen’s boots, and then her pantyhose and panties, until Ellen’s pussy was exposed, the triangle of blonde, curly pubic hair plastered against Ellen’s mound. Sighing loudly, Ellen opened her legs wide, and Jane moved back on top of her

Jane held Ellen down at the shoulders, and pressed her pussy against Ellen’s, enjoying the sticky wetness of their two pussies. Ellen began to squirm beneath her, and Jane told her to stay still. “You’ll enjoy this, I promise. I know I will.”

Jane grinds her hips against Ellen’s, her sex pressing down on Ellen’s. Ellen moans lowly, and moves her hips to meet Jane’s thrusts. Soon Jane’ thrusts worked over Ellen’s senses, and reaching down she began to manipulate her engorged clit, as Jane’s mons bumped and slapped hers.

Jane was breathing hard , her breasts bouncing and jiggling inches from Ellen’s face. Jane’s arousal was building, "Kiss me, again" Jane gasped, her hands resting on Ellen’s knees, splayed far apart, one hand between her legs, playing with her clit, the other, Grabbing Jane's ass.