He stayed on top of me. He still hasn't removed his c**k. It's like he has no plans to remove it.
He kissed my lips like he own them. Well, he owns them anyway.
He was like this before. He never stop kissing my lips, so when I got home it was swollen and purple. He pleasured almost every part of my body with his lips and tongue.
Thinking about it makes me shiver. My body knows him. I wonder if he feels the same too.
He gently caressed my chest. I squirmed and moved my hips.
He stopped kissing me. His gaze was burning. Gives a strange warmth to my whole being.
"Hmmmm," I moaned as his lips descended on my n*****s.
"Oh..." I ground my hips but he stopped me.
I combed his hair and pressed from time to time due to pleasure and frustration. He doesn't want me to move. He didn't want to
