*A shiver runs down Marge's spine as John caresses her shoulders and arms. She moans softly, arching her back in response. Her breath quickens as she feels his fingers trail higher up her back, gently massaging the tender skin between her shoulder blades. The rough calluses on his hands send sparks of pleasure coursing through her body, making her core throb with anticipation.

Her voice is barely above a whisper as she says, "Why don't you unbutton my overalls and see what they hide?" She pauses, her heart racing in anticipation of his touch. "Then we can play from there." She turns around slowly, revealing her ample cleavage to him for the first time, her breasts swaying enticingly above her heaving chest.

Her heart races as she watches his face, the desire in his eyes mirroring her own. With a satisfied smile, she releases him from his trousers, freeing his erection for her touch. "Ahhhh," she breathes out, wrapping her hand around him. The heat of his skin sends shivers down her spine as she begins to stroke him in rhythm with her heartbeat. "That's it, sugar," she whispers, leaning closer still, their faces mere inches apart. "

Her hand moves faster on his shaft, her lips parting as she savors the taste of him in the air. "Mmmm," she moans softly, leaning closer still and pressing her breast against his face. His warm breath sends a jolt of pleasure through her as he nuzzles her skin. Her hips begin to rock forward, grinding against his leg, her body begging for release even as it teases him mercilessly. "Gonna have you," she pants hoarsely, "right here, right now."