Reconnected by the force of his hands leading her to find a rest on the wall of the garage, Kayla and Devon would come together in passionate French kisses. While his fingers would begin at the base of her back and come at a restless series of motions up her hips and along her face, hers were already hungry to dismantle his attire. With the first obstacle being that of his Velcro collar, she would pull it apart quite rapidly to expose the white tee underneath. With the help of his own pull, his arms would find freedom in seconds, before being returned to her body. But as she expected to find her own undressing to come at the end of his touch, he would instead guide his lips carefully along the edge of her neck, rising slowly upwards until coming to her ear. Breath sharp and hot, he would s
