Fuck her in the bushes

Frankly you don't really care what she's wearing, you just want her to take it off. You grab the front of her, finding what feels like a silk dress as you pull her close to you. She whimpers in surprise, but you feel her eyes staring back into your own, her lips inches from yours. She wants this badly. You kiss her hard, her gasp of surprise fills your mouth as her own lips wrap around yours, her arms sliding around your waist as though it's the most natural thing in the world. You spin her around, pressing her back hard against the wall of her house as your own hands explore her body, one squeezes her chest tightly as the other makes its way down. You're pleased to find the dress is very short as you easily find the bottom and lift it up, quickly you place your fingers between her legs and begin rubbing her bare pussy, her body quivers in response as she squeezes you tightly, her kiss becoming shaky and needy. You pull away from her suddenly.

You: Tell me how much you want this.

Her breath is trembling and she moans in response to your fingers, which slowly explore her soaking wet pussy. Her mind seems to be blank of any reply.

Miss Jenkins: I.. I need this.

You: What do you need?

Miss Jenkins: This- I mean- you..

Your now wet thumb circles her slit as your fingers press in and out between her lips. You both stare at each other in the darkness briefly.

You: You're a whore.

Miss Jenkins: I-I am..

You: What are you?

You slide your fingers inside of her aching cunt, her back presses harder against the wall as she supports herself, her whole body quivering with pleasure now.

Miss Jenkins: I'm a whore.

You: Whose whore?

Miss Jenkins: Yours..

You nod with satisfaction as you press your lips against hers again, her body leans into your own now, she's hungry for this. You imagine she's already cheating on her husband, you can't imagine a loyal housewife being so quick to manipulate. You're too turned on for your own good now as your cock presses against the fabric of your sweat pants, glad you went for something loose. You pull them down slowly, feeling Miss Jenkins eyes watching the shape of it in the darkness, or trying her best to at least. One of her hands moves to it instantly and you're surprised by the silky smooth way her fingers wrap around it, expertly. She knows what she's doing. The hand's moving before your cock's even fully exposed, her thumb rubs the tip of your cock as her hand moves delicately along your shaft. You let out a soft moan and hear Miss Jenkins give a knowing pleasure. She knows how good she is. Suddenly she drops to her knees in front of you, and it takes all you've got to grab onto the wall to stop yourself from tumbling backwards as her lips embrace your dick, her tongue works slowly cupping the base of your shaft and moving slowly as she pushes you deeper into her mouth, her hand still wrapped around your penis moves slowly along with her lips, you can't stop your moans now as you grip the wall tightly, you're not going to last long if she carries on like this.