12
ZAC
“Mmph…mmm.”
Her mouth was hot and eager, and so f*****g sweet that my surprised grunt turned into a hungry groan on contact.
I gripped her hair, the dark waves tangling around my fingers, then I pulled my lips away from hers briefly so I could catch my breath, only to dive right back in, softer and lighter, barely dusting her mouth with mine.
Playing.
Mari whimpered, and I smiled in accomplishment before hooking my fingers around her nape and guiding her more intimately into it, barely opening up and giving her a taste at first. She shifted closer and started to breathe harder. Just when she tugged on my shirt, begging for more, I stroked my tongue deep, demonstrating what my c**k wanted to do between her legs.
She moaned and strained against me while our lips fused, f*****g
