Desiree Patton didn't have much time for random thoughts now however, before she knew what was happening, Mitch had crushed her in his arms and was pulling her body insistently into his. She could feel his hard throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her buttocks through the warm softness of her housecoat.

Desiree whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly… she could imagine it slipping inside her… up into the hot, velvety moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina… strong, warm and masculine… bringing her ecstatic peace… entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her… but… but, she mustn't… she mustn't!

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her housecoat to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the full firmness of her breast! His hands were trembling, happy to be so close to her body at long last as they encompassed the fullness of her succulent tits. Christ! He was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips… then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.