“What are you doing little mate,” Xander whispered, as his expression darkened a little bit.
“What do you think I am doing,” I asked him in return.
I reached out for his tie and rolled it in my fingers, I let the tie drop and ran my hands over his chest.
I was straddling Xander, and by this, my dress was hitched up on my *ss.
I rubbed my panty-clad p***y on his crotch.
He groaned.
“Are you not afraid that somebody might see us,” he whispered, in his husky voice.
“There is no one here,” I *ssured him.
“There is. Mason and Daisy, they both are here,” he said as he squeezed my *ss in his hand.
“You are damping the mood, Xander.” I scolded him.
He chuckled, then my eyes widened with shock and fear, as we heard the footsteps and a grumbling voice.
I shrieked, and slid down under the
