Diane went on talking as if Jonathan wasn’t even in the room. Then she slid her fine old ass down off the counter, her small skirt revealed a small triangle of silky white panty hiding a well-defined camel toe; she didn’t care because she had something else on her mind. She walked towards Jonathan very slowly, and as she got to him, he realized that she came up to about abs high and to be exact, she wasn’t taller than five feet two. She got within two inches of Jonathan, stuck her finger out and wiped Jonathan sweat with her index finger; then stuck it in her mouth as if she’d walked past the chocolate cake that was uncovered on the counter and the icing was simply delectable.
She made the “mmmmn” sound as she continued walking in the living room.