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... open. Her fingers slid in, quite eagerly seeking his cock out before she hooked it through his boxers, pulling it up so it stood proud out of his jeans, tenting his shorts up. "Oh yeah that's what I like," she mumbled as she stroked him firmly through his shorts. "Oh Gillian," he mumbled, his normal brain barely functioning now as the X-files star fondled him. "Come on baby, come stand here in front of me and let me get a proper look," she cooed, enticing him off the soft leather sofa. He was a little unsure, but stood up and shuffled in front of her as she led him by his cock which she had refused to let go of. His jeans slipped down as she quite fiercely pulled his shorts down, letting his rock hard cock spring free. She gave a gasp, eyes widening as she locked them on his 9" cock, looking up and down the thick length, completely shocked he was so well hung. "My my, you are a big boy," she said huskily as she grabbed hold again and started to stroke him. He just gave a groan of pleasure in response as she jerked him, her warm, slim hand working him expertly. He'd been told by a couple of his previous girlfriends he was endowed, but to impress Gillian Anderson with it really made his day. She had leaned forwards in her seat, and he could feel her warm breath on his shaft and balls. "Thanks," he mumbled, unable to think of anything else. "I should be thanking you, and I think I will in return," she said with a smirk, leaning back from where his cock had been almost in her ...

... face to sit against the comfy leather. "You were staring at my boobs, I think it's only fair you see them now," she said sexily, reaching up and pulling her jacket back onto her shoulders. He stared, fully hard now as she pulled the black suit jacket off and threw it aside, then just rapidly flicked open the buttons of her shirt as she stared up at him with hungry eyes. The shirt fell open and exposed her breasts, tightly wrapped in the black lace, pushed up quite well by it. Gillian arched her back and pushed her chest out to him, making him gasp as she slipped the silk top off and threw it with her jacket, leaving just the bra. "Ready?" she said, knowing he more than was. "Have been for years," he said softly, unable to tear his eyes from her chest. She gave a slight giggle and reached behind her, pulling the hooks apart so it dropped loosely, her breasts falling slightly with gravity as she reached back round and slowly peeled her bra off, revealing first her right breast, then the left as she slid the black lace down her slim arms and threw it aside. She gave him a little show, pushing her chest out again and giving a little shake so her boobs jiggled hotly, the stiff nipples pushing out invitingly, just begging to be sucked. He stared at her perky breasts, a good handful to him and simply awaiting his grasp. "You know, I don't think my boobs quite equal your cock unless I do something with them," she purred, eyeing him lustily. "Well what can you do with them?" he asked ...