He unhooked her brassiere and she pulled it off, throwing it in the corner.He unhooked her brassiere and she pulled it off, throwing it in the corner. While she played with his hair, his hand cupped her left breast, and gave it a slight squeeze. Jessie smiled, and kissed him again. Her tongue found its way into his mouth, and began doing its own peculiar mating dance with his. Tom cupped both breasts and squeezed. His thumbs found their way to her nipples and began small, light, swirling strokes. After a few seconds of his attention, her nipples were standing erect. He broke the kiss off and bent over slightly to kiss each nipple lightly. Jessie cooed. She looked up at the ceiling as his lips and tongue teased her left nipple first, then her right one. As his lips and tongue tiptoed their way around the tender hemispheres of her bosom, her hand reached down and undid his belt buckle. Tom stopped as she pulled the belt off, and chuckled softly as her hand found his zipper and pulled it open. His cock was already beginning to stiffen from general arousal. As her long fingers began tracing the outline against the fabric of his shorts, it became fully engorged. Tom began lightly sucked the tips of her breasts as her hand continued to rub against his hard-on. He stood straight and kissed her again, with more passion than before. Jessie's fingers pulled the waistband down, and her fingernails began to tease his swollen glans. Tom's breathing slowly became heavier, and his tongue has more frantic in her mouth. He broke the kiss off, and stepped back, breaking all contact. "Take your clothes off," he ordered. Jessie paused for a second, shocked by the commanding tone in his voice, then unzipped her jeans and slid out of them. Her red cotton panties were showing a slight residue of her arousal, but as she stepped out of them, the moonlight caused her dew to twinkle in darkness of her pubic hair. Tom pulled his pants off as well, and as his underwear came completely off, the nine inches of pure masculinity stood a straight ninety degrees from his waist. |