She struggled against him a moment, but he closed his arms around her and she gave in to the demands of her body. She felt her big tits flatten against his broad chest and felt her nipples throb and stiffen.

Well, here goes, she thought. Whatever happens, happens!

She melted against him. Her tits poked his chest and throbbed with excitement. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they frenched hotly.

He moved his hands up and down her back and she pressed herself against him. His hands slid inside her sweater and touched her bare skin and her pussy convulsed in total surrender.

He moved one hand to his crotch and unzipped his fly while he speared his tongue in and out of her sucking mouth. He took his cock out and let it rest against her thigh.

She curled her fingers around his upthrust prick, stroking his fuckpole with an eagerness that surprised her.

"Terry, Terry!" he murmured, his tongue caressing her teeth and gums.

She sucked his tongue ravenously as she fluttered her fingers up and down his fuckstalk.

"It's all yours!" he hissed in her ear.

He bit her earlobe and she sighed as she felt his cock pulsate in her hand. She tried not to think about the fact that he was a married man. The young secretary had never fucked a married man before. She knew in her heart it was wrong, but couldn't slop herself now. Things had gone too far to stop. Her pussy, not her intellect, controlled her actions.

Now they continued frenching as he unbuttoned her sweater and slipped it off her shoulders. Her tits heaved as she breathed deeply. He cupped her tits in his hands and caressed her giant jugs. He tweaked her nipples through the lace of her bra and the horny brunette gasped.

"Let me take your panties off," he said, sliding his hands up her skirt and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her bikinis.

She lifted her ass up off the leather sofa and he peeled her panties off her legs. The leather felt cool on her bare ass. She hooked her feet onto the sofa cushion and exposed herself to his eyes.