Belinda groaned against his lips as she felt his erection beginning to prod at its denim prison. She reaches down between them, pulling open her robe and letting her ample breasts pour out from their confinement, her nipples rock hard and eagerly wanting attention. Afterwards in a swift, easy motion, she began to unbutton his dark shirt. She fought the urge to simply rip his clothing a part so that the two of them could feel one another's bare skin against another, yet something made Belinda hold back<em>just a little</em>. She wanted to savor this hook up, maybe even tease him a bit.<br/><br/>"You naughty, naughty boy," she moaned huskily against his lips, pulling away and leaving a trail of shared saliva between them. Smirking, she reached for the belt of her robe and cast away her rather skimpy get up, tossing it carelessly to the floor and stepping back just a little,"But before we begin... I want you to drink in the sight of my body, Dan. Just adore what you're getting ready to sink your cock into... stroke your cock for me, Dan."<br/><br/>She moved to the dressing room's vanity, pulling him roughly by his sleeve and positioning herself on top of it, sitting down with her ample ass and eagle spreading her legs for him. Her cunt was already dripping in arousal, yet she wasn't about to let him fuck her right away. She wanted him to simply look for a while, appreciate her curvaceous body and strike up the desire, the<em>need</em>to fuck. Surely he wanted to, yet this was something special for the both of them. Belinda wasn't wanting romance at all, yet to have him just pound her throbbing pussy wouldn't suffice. She wanted it everywhere, every touch to feel electrifying like the sudden chemistry they shared. As she sat before him, her hands ran down her breasts, toying at her nipples as she glared at him with half lidded eyes filled with lust.<br/><br/>"Let me see that cock of yours, Dan..."