Ross put her feet down, undid his own shirt. In front of him, Jenny spread her legs wide, ran her finger across the soft mound between them, then slipped it down between the folds of flesh.
His shirt dropped to the floor. Ross rose, undid his jeans and pushed them down and off with his underpants and let them join her own garments beside them.
She sat up, put her hands on his hips and drew him forward. Ross felt her face sifting through the tendrils of his pubic hair, her strong fingers kneading the muscles of his buttocks.
Now her mouth slid up the stalk of his member, took it in and sucked on it. His breathing quickened and it seemed the fire behind him could not equal the heat of their bodies. Her mouth slid up and down the length of his shaft and she felt its hardness and thickness within her mouth. Then she ran her tongue down to his balls. She sucked first one, then the other into her mouth, rolling them gently in the warmth and wetness there.
Jenny rose to her feet. Ross lay down on the floor with his head and back resting against the front of the couch. Jenny faced the fire and straddled him, lowering her crotch to his face. Ross kissed her buttocks, ran his lips through the moistness of her crack, then slipped his tongue down to push against her clitoris. His hands reached up and gripped your bum, pulled it apart to allow him to see the glistening depths of her purplish-pink gash. He ran his tongue down the groove, thrust deep into the dark recesses and she ground her hips above him, loud moans and groans issuing from her mouth.
Her buttocks moved then down his chest and she knelt on the floor. She gripped his hard member and steered it into the heated netherworld of her quim. Up and down she begin to ride him. Ross reached from behind, grasped her breasts and squeezed them, feeling, too, the heavy beat of her heart, the rising and falling of her chest in time to the up and down movement of her sex upon his erect, hard rod. They felt the solid contact of his crotch to hers, the slipperiness of their lubricated organs.
Ross pinched her nipples as she continued to slide on his pike. Her head went back, her hair brushed his face and chest, and the light from the fire reflected from the glistening sweat of their bodies.
Jenny's hand went down, her finger rubbing against the hardness of her clitoris, firmer and faster until finally waves of ecstasy ripple through her body. Her cries of enjoyment and fulfillment heightened his own excitement. Ross called out her name, thrust up hard into her chasm as he felt the pulsating shots of hot jism spurt into her engulfing hole.
As Ross finished his spasms, he and Jenny both relaxed. She lay back against his chest. Ross wrapped his arms around her and she feel his rod subsiding within her sex. Ross kissed her neck, stroked her smooth, wet breasts, whispered her name again and again as he held her tightly to him, the sticky sweat of their bodies mingling together before the heat of the fire and the passion of their lust.....