ARTHUR
I kissed Doris's ear, jaw, and neck. It was like she was becoming sweeter than ever, and I was becoming addicted to her. She arched her chest up into me, the silk of her nightgown rubbing against my bare chest.
She let out this cute, throated moan, feminine and needy.
I started rocking my hips into her. We felt it strongly, even through the thin fabric of my pajama pants and her silky nightgown. She was beginning to get so wet.
Her little moans got louder. I releasee her wrists and clamped one hand over her mouth.
"Hush, Little Dove. We need to be quiet. You can be quiet for me, can't you?”
She nodded.
I used my other hand to knead her breast, and I rubbed my thumb around and across her n****e.
Doris was so responsive. It just drove me higher.
"I'm going to squeeze you gent
