Janet and I were on the jet in our little private section talking. I gotta tell you the whole time I don't know what the fuck she said because all I could look at were her breast I mean they were spilling out and I had no choice it to look at them. I- fuck she's gorgeous and she knows what she doing with that outfit.
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I don't know what got into me but I just pulled out my dick and started stroking myself.
"Toni what are you doing."
"What I can't help is you look amazing and my dick wanna see how you look too." Janet laughed and I kept stroking myself. It was even sexier than she was watching me Janet still was talking about whatever the fuck she was saying not paying me any attention. I stopped what I was doing and moved closer to Janet. I pulled her shirt up slowly, and gasped, as it popped over her breasts. I don't have words to describe them, but I was looking at perfection. Her nipples were engorged and standing proud, and I had to worship them. I bent down and suckled gently for a moment, first one, then the other. She gasped at the touch of my mouth and sighed. I continued to draw her tank top up and over her head, to drop it on the floor. She locked her arms over the top of her head, and twisted side-to-side, to display her breasts to me. There was a look in her eyes of love and infinite feminine wisdom. I was mesmerized. I ran my hands slowly down the sides of her body, and caressed the swell of her breasts, then searched her waistband for the fastening. I got the button on the first try, and pulled the zipper down, to start pulling her shorts down over her hips. She was impatient, and with a sudden move, she pushed the shorts down and kicked them off. She wore a thong, and I knelt to work it down over her hips. She kicked that off too, and stood there, her pelvis thrust toward my face. She was shaved, she was wet, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I had another view of perfection, and I had an overpowering urge to kiss her. I put my hands behind her buttocks and drew her gently toward me. I kissed her lovely mound and slipped my tongue into the top of her crack. Her little clit was right there, hard as a rock, and drawing me on. She jerked as I touched it, and pushed my head away with her hands.
"Not yet, Toni." She drew me up to stand in front of her, and I realized my hard-on was stuck in my shorts, and it hurt. I solved that problem and stood in front of her naked. She looked down at me, and stepped close, lifting one leg enough to trap my cock in her crotch. We kissed, deeply, passionately, as she moved her hips slowly back and forth, stroking my cock with her wetness. Now her loving look had an element of demand. She said,
"Fuck me, Toni." It was not a request, it was a command. I could not have disobeyed if I wanted to. We moved to the bed, and she lay down, legs spread wide for me. Again, I caught my breath at her beauty. I slid up between her knees, and we kissed again. I was supporting myself on my elbows, my chest grazing her nipples, and I felt her squirm at the sensation. I left her mouth and moved down to nurse on her nipples, first one then the other. I was in awe, it was so firm, so perfect. I moved down to taste her, but when I got to her navel, she took my head in her hands and drew me up. Her command was urgent.
