How did I end up being squeezed in his arms? I didn’t have any idea. All that mattered, for now, was that I was kissing him and he was kissing me and he tasted so sweet and minty. So good.
My arms locked around his neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible when all I felt was his skin against my skin. Our lips never apart, with our tongues fighting for superiority, wrestling, sucking and vacuuming, and all the while his arms slid down to my bottom and squeezed the globes firmly, making my panties damp or even damper.
How could he easily make me wet when it took me time to make myself wet?
My breath hitched when I felt his finger near where I wanted him to touch. I moaned in his mouth, encouraging him to go further and to do more of his lecherous tease. His lips moved from my ne
