She stripped me

She broke the delicious kiss, saying, "Now, let's get you out of these clothes." She slid her hands under my shirt to caress my chest. Then she ran her hands over my nipples, pulled up the hem of the shirt, and leaned in to suck on one. I gasped; she really knew how to get my engine running.

While her lips and tongue were busy with my chest, her hands made quick work on my belt and trousers; they were around my knees in about ten seconds. I pushed the shirt off my shoulders and stepped out of my jeans, Anne adjusting her position to keep her mouth on my nipple. Now I just had my boxers on, and my bulging package made them tent out toward her body.

Not wanting to do this in the kitchen, I pushed her slightly away from me and bent to lift her up. I kept in shape for my job, and Anne wasn’t terribly big. She squealed in surprise and delight as I hefted her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. She threw her arms around my neck and captured my waist in her lithe legs. I could feel her moist pussy on my belly.

When I got to the bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed, and she and her tits bounced. I instantly whipped off my boxers, releasing my aching, thick, seven-inch cock to her view. She licked her lips lasciviously with a thirsty look in her eyes. Now that I was committed to this venture, my lust for this sexy vixen blossomed into an almost painful need. I had to fuck her as many ways to Sunday as I could.