Kayla was lifted off of her feet, just enough so Devon was able to rest her against the nearby wall. In short passionate kisses, his lips gave her own life while she kept him to her heaving bosoms by the pull of his collar. Having both feared that they would not come to know the taste of their beloved's kiss, they took in each moment of this buss; The heat of their tongues tracing for entry, the cascading fingers pulling and caressing, and the desire prominent with each close encounter. This continued in endless pecks and long French kisses before Devon drifted his clawing grip to her ass. Thankful for the thin fabric of her jeans, he took her cheeks in his grasp and collected her just enough before she let out a soft moan mixed with pain and want.
"So I take it that you forgive me then
