Tats
I couldn’t stop myself. The moment our skin touched, I wanted to feel all of her. The moment she was on my lap, I had to have all of her. Flipping her so her back was on the couch, I settled between her legs, my lips slamming into hers. Moving her hips slightly had both of us moaning from the friction our clothes caused. Pulling away, I shrugged out of my cut, tossing it on the back of her couch, before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it on the floor. Leaning back over her, she ran her hands over my chest. Her nails scraping along the skin, but not so they would leave marks. It was enough to have my d**k twitching in my pants. Closing the distance, I had my mouth back on hers, our tongues dancing together. Her hands moved between us, working the button and zipper on my p
