"Andrei..."
She responded to his kiss with a flirtatious, cheeky need of her own, as if she were challenging him to satisfy her.
He moved his hand under her dress, between her legs, and slowly slid his fingertips up the insides of her thighs, her heat and wetness drawing them higher like magnet. He let them just barely hover over the crotch of her panties which he knew were drenched without even touching them. When he did finally let his fingertips tease lightly over the wet spot, he heard her whispered moan. They were beyond soaked. For Andrei, he don't know if his c**k has ever been harder than it was this that night that they tried to conceive. Images kept flowing through his head: his hard c**k inside her, his hands on her ass as he slowly moved from behind her. Her wetness and heat
