You watch Susan slowly unbutton the remaining buttons on her shirt while thinking about what she said.
"Susan, I'll give you all you can handle," you tell her playfully.
The blonde shoots back at you with that stunning smile as she pulls open her shirt. Her breasts must be a D-cup as they spill over the top of her restraining bra. Before she has a chance to remove any clothes you step close to her and place your hands on her shoulders. Susan isn't sure what you have in mind until you lean in and kiss her soft lips. Her mouth is sweet and the kiss is incredibly passionate. You can tell she hasn't been with a woman for as long as you. For you it has been months since your last good roll in the sac. After several months of nothing you tried to satisfy yourself with a good man, but no man could fulfill your needs. That is what brought you to this club in the first place. Slowly you slide Susan's shirt off her shoulders and it falls down her arms and to the floor.
"I've waited so long for this," Susan purrs while you move your mouth to her neck.
The clubs receptionist tries to reach up and touch your breasts but you take her by the wrists and raise her arms above her head where you pin them against the wall. You slip your hands down over her arms, then her shoulders. You come to her bra which unlike most conventional bras it snaps at the front. Her large breasts bounce up and down after you quickly free them from the bra. Without a word you grab both of the big tits and begin to squeeze them. Her nipples immediately grow hard in response to your touch. Her boobs are warm and soft in your grasping hands. After a good minute of fondling the tits you bring your mouth down and kiss around one of the nipples. Then you make your way over to the aroused nipple. When you suck it into your mouth Susan moans with satisfaction. You suck deep and hard, drawing the nipple in and out. Your hands are on both boobs now, you are trying hard not to ignore the other nipple as you roll it between your fingers. Susan brings her hands down from the wall and wraps them in your hair. You don't bother placing her hands back up against the wall because the sensation of her pulling your hair is driving you on.
You're about to bring your hands down to her dress-skirt when you're interrupted by the buildings intercom system. It blurts out a message that freezes you instantly.
"Susan please pick up line 3, your husband is on hold," says the voice.
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