Natural wonders

Sharon's breasts sit high and heavy, the kind a man notices first. She steps into the light wearing black lace that barely cups what it should, stockings tight along her thighs. J.J. moves in without hesitation, hands full of her, thumbs tracing the swell before he pushes the bra aside. She sinks to her knees, blonde hair falling forward, and takes him in her mouth, slow and steady, lips stretching around him. He leans back, breathing harder, one hand buried in her hair while the other reaches down to lift and squeeze again. She works him deeper, tongue sliding along the underside, never breaking rhythm. When he pulls her up, she stays close, letting him press against her bare chest, sliding between until the silk catches and glistens. Sharon arches, offering more, and he answers with steady strokes that leave her skin flushed. The stockings stay on. So does the rest of the lingerie, pushed only where needed. Every move stays tight and focused, her body doing the talking, his hands never straying far from what drew him in the first place.