Sex With My French Gardener

I raised my leg and then sat on Pierre’s thighs. I could feel his cock on my groin. It was already hard. I moved my lips closer to his. I got absolutely no resistance from him as I basically shove my tongue down his throat. A few seconds later, we were dry humping on the sofa. We were still both fully clothed… but not for much longer. Pierre pulled up my white blouse before pulling down my bra.