His cock bulging into her belly, he helped her peel off her uniform. He unhooked her bra and removed it, staring hungrily as her large, red-tipped tits came into view.

"The best tits on the staff," he said.

She cupped one of her full tits in her hand, offering it to his open mouth. Closing his lips over her hard nipple, he began greedily sucking on it.

Sighing, her hand holding up her tit, she fed his mouth.

He finally released her saliva-coated tit and moved his lips to the other one. Christie reached down between their bodies and lowered his zipper. Probing inside his fly, she grabbed hold of his hard cock and brought it out into the open air.

Brad moaned into the flesh of her tit when she began to rhythmically stroke his cock. She felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his cock-slit onto the palm of her hand. Using the ball of her thumb, she spread the sticky drop over the tight skin of his fat cock-head.

"I can't wait," she said. "Fuck me now!"

He pulled his mouth off her tit and chuckled. "Easy, honey," he said. "I want a taste of that sweet pussy of yours."

He crouched down with his face near her pussy. With a sigh of resignation, she moved her legs apart to give him access. Using the fingers of both hands, her knees wobbly, her pelvis thrust forward, she pulled her cunt-lips open and offered herself.

"Suck it!" she hissed.

An instant later, she felt his rough tongue lapping the length of her burning cunt-slit. He quickly found her clit and began sucking on the quivering bud. Using his head for support, she twirled her fingers in his hair. He had a good mouth. He worked her flesh over, feeding on her, massaging her clit with just the right mount of pressure. Clenching the cheeks of her ass together, she tilted her cunt up to his face.