"Brenda…" he groaned, reaching for her.

As he kissed her, his hand stole around to the back of her neck and caught hold of the zipper tab in her dress. With a steady downward movement, he unzipped her.

She pulled back from him slightly so he could ease the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. Then she shimmied, allowing the dress to drop to the floor around her ankles.

He looked her up and down, enthralled by her beauty. She was statuesque, with broad shoulders that perfectly balanced her enormous tits. Yet her tapered waist was so tiny that David could just about get his hands around it. From there, her hips swelled our majestically over long, smooth shapely legs.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," David whispered.

Gently, he unhooked her bra, and with a rasping intake of breath, pulled it off her arms and tits. Even without the sturdy underwiring of her bra, her tits jutted out at him, firm and supple. The areolas were large and pale, the nipples hard.

He took the under swells of her tits in his warm palms, raising them slightly so he could bend down and suck her left nipple into his mouth.

"Ohhhh!" Brenda gasped, shuddering… violently.

She was like a cache of gun powder, and his kiss was the fatal spark. She exploded with passion at the first touch of his lips to her sensitive tit-flesh.

Her clit buzzed with sensation, her hips began to gyrate to a slow seductive rhythm.

David ran his tongue around and around her areola, then began kissing and sucking her sweet white tit-flesh.

She whimpered with pleasure, and a steady stream of cunt juice began drooling from her steamy cunt. Its pungent aroma filled the air.

"Oh God, David!" she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he moved to her other tit and began laying it with long, loving strokes of his tongue.

She humped her groin at him, pressing her cunt-muff against the fly of his pants, putting pressure against her clit. But he just buried his face in her cleavage, pressing her tits against the sides of his face.