"You know this isn't very proper." I said. "Its very naughty of you."
Her hands still caressing she tilted her head down, bit her bottom lip and looked up at me. "How naughty?"
"Very naughty." This was true but the things I had imagined doing to this woman before kept running through my head and now here her ass was in my hands while she begged to fuck me. I figured I might as go for broke.
I looked at her. "But you can be naughtier." With this I reached up, grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. The fabric tore and several buttons went flying exposing Julie’s dark nipples on light skin, already aroused. She grabbed my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss as she jumped and wrapped her legs around me.
Although I have no idea whether I'm actually this strong or if it was the one of those "strength in the heat of passion moments" but I held her and carried her into the hallway and halfway up the stairs against the wall. Julie started to flail her arm about knock a picture of her husband off the wall. "Fuck it," she briefly stops to say. I couldn't have answered if I wanted to as Julie sticks her tongue back in my mouth.
I carry her into her room and drop her on her bed. I pull off her pants and she begins to butterfly her knees in and out, while sitting up staring at me. "Ya ready?"
Now I still consider myself a young guy (well young-ish) and here is a 30 year woman giving me the "fuck-me" stare. I may not have much experience with a sensual woman but this lady is acting like a bar trixie. And luckily I have plenty of experience with bar trixies...
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