Her hand lifted, but she hesitated and put it back on the couch. She wanted to touch me. I turned, putting my knees on the couch and stood on top of her. She stared at me and her eyes lowered and shamelessly without any reproach and looked at my panties. Fixing her gaze between my legs. Of course I reacted, felt my belly tighten. I crouched and sat on his lap, his mouth opened again, becoming slightly open. So closely. I finally managed to see her beauty better. She was really a beautiful woman, with black eyes, straight black hair with silvery strands, her lower lip was fuller than the upper one, and small lines of expression marked a little around her mouth. Just like her eyes, but that did not make her any less attractive. On the contrary, I found it even more interesting and thought-provoking. I approached and my breasts touched hers and my mouth stopped near her ear. I sighed against the sensitive skin and realized that his hand again pressed the upholstery of the sofa. I could not resist. - Touch me. "It was supposed to come out as a requirement, but I was so overwhelmed by this woman that my demand came out more like a request. Slowly her hands went down until they her long fingers touched my thick thighs. I moaned and she squeezed me, digging her little nails into my skin. I stared back at her and began to sway against her. Rolling more and more sensually, rubbing me more and more and his hands roamed my thighs. They came up touching my ass, squeezing each band until they stopped at my hip and the woman pushed for our bodies to rub more. And I kept rolling around holding his strong shoulders and my already burning center repeatedly touched his thigh. I could reach the climax like that. His hands went higher until they stopped in the middle of my spine and his fingers pressed for me to move closer to her.