Sunday Funday 

I start off undressing you piece by piece.  You raise your arms so I can remove your blouse. I stop at your lips mid way to give you a peck. I can feel your tremble as our fingers meet and intertwine. I can hear your breathing change as your anticipation increases. I slide down and trace my hands along your curves. I kiss your navel and unzip your jeans with my teeth. Your butt cheeks clenched as I pull the denim over your healthy ass. I let them fall to your ankles. My teeth grasp your panties and I work a path to your pussy with my chin. My tongue flickers in delight. I can feel your legs subtly part to allow me better access. My fingers make way to spread your labial folds. You stroke and pull my hair. You wrap a leg around me and pull me closer. I push you back against the wall for support. I rise. You can feel the tip of the silicone cock brush against your skin and then all of it inside you. You glide effortlessly. Your eyes on mine. Our lips are close, yet they only brush. My face nuzzles your neck. One hand on my shoulder, the other in my hair. My hands around your hips to steady you as I thrust.