MichelleWe ran our hands over each other's naked forms, his rough and hard on my soft skin, mine scratching and scraping at his tanned body. His teeth bit into my shoulder; his fingers tweaked my n*****s; and I ground myself against him, desperate to get off again.
Ever since the café, the feel of his hard manhood in my hand, and watching him beat up those guys in the parking lot, it was like a nervous energy had built up inside me, threatening to blow my top if I didn't somehow take care of it. But now, with my hand wrapped back around his shaft as it pressed into my hard belly, I knew precisely how I wanted to scratch my little itch.
He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, forcing me down onto the little table we'd sat at the night before. His hands were so hard, so insistent, but
