Kiss her

"May I kiss you?" I asked.

Mrs. Foreman winked at me. "John, I'd thought you would never ask."

I pulled her over to me and our lips met. The kiss was gentle at first, then became more demanding, more passionate. My hands pulled on her bra straps as we continued to kiss. She reached behind herself and undid the bra clasp. The bra fell to the floor, exposing her beautiful breasts.

I began kissing her neck and she moaned. I could feel her hands tugging on my shirt. On the one hand, I didn't want to break the kiss. On the other, I wanted to get naked as quickly as possible.

"I need you, John. I need you to fuck me," she said breathlessly.

My cock stirred at those words. She was wanting to have sex with me. But where should we go? The couch or her room?