It was a hot summer evening, and Jessica, a busty 25-year-old brunette with big hips, was walking down the high street. She had always loved lingerie, and tonight she was on the hunt for something special to wear for her boyfriend, Mark. She entered a lingerie shop, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
As she browsed the racks, a sales assistant approached her. “Can I help you find something?” she asked, her eyes scanning Jessica’s voluptuous figure.
“I’m looking for something sexy to wear for my boyfriend,” Jessica replied, blushing slightly.
The sales assistant smiled knowingly. “I have just the thing,” she said, leading Jessica to a display of red lace lingerie. Jessica’s eyes widened as she saw the set – it was beautiful, and she knew Mark would love it.
“I’ll take it,” Jessica said, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.
As the sales assistant helped her into the lingerie, Jessica felt a surge of arousal. The lace felt soft and sensual against her skin, and she couldn’t wait to show Mark.
Later that night, Jessica arrived at Mark’s apartment, her heart pounding with anticipation. She knocked on the door, and when Mark answered, she saw his eyes widen with surprise and desire.
“Wow, Jessica, you look incredible,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
Jessica smiled coyly, biting her lip. “I thought you might like it,” she said, stepping closer to him.
Mark pulled her into a kiss, his hands roaming over her curves. Jessica moaned softly as she felt his hardness pressing against her, and she knew they wouldn’t make it to the bedroom.
Mark’s fingers found the clasp of her bra, and he unfastened it with a deft touch. Jessica’s breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening in the cool air. Mark dipped his head, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.
Jessica gasped, her head falling back as she felt pleasure coursing through her body. Mark’s other hand found its way to her hips, cupping them firmly as he continued to tease her nipple.
Jessica’s hands found their way to Mark’s pants, and she rubbed his hardness through the fabric. Mark groaned, his hips thrusting forward as he ground himself against her hand.
