The bountiful flesh of her buttocks now collected within his palms and indented by his fingertips, August kept Luci against him as he fondled the available skin reserved exclusively to his touch. Her body responded eagerly to him in the fashion of a multitude of ravenous liplocks with her fingers tearing through his hair and her breath desperate for air between each brush of her lips enticing his own. With the hunger of intemperance building with each second that was passing quickly among them, Luci finally removed August’s unbuttoned shirt to take stock in the male specimen entirely before her. When she had witnessed him somewhat nude in the past, she was always left feeling embarrassed, aroused, and guilty. But now, as he was exposed to her in this particular moment, she was just simply
