Amalia Anderson
I was impressed by how he felt under my touch, and surprisingly, touching him made me wet down there... I couldn´t help but ask him to make me feel good.
They say that you better be careful with what you wish for; this is one of those situations, because I had no idea what I was asking him to do. He kissed me, his lips searing, demanding, asking for entrance, his tongue probing and caressing mine...
His fingers found my n*****s, and he pinched them. It was not tender, but at the same time it was not violent, it was arousing as hell... I arched my back so that he could do more, and he did. He lowered his head and soothed the pitch with his lips. The first time he touched my breasts, he was tamed; this time, he was a hungry man ready to show me how a man loved a woman.
