He pulled me in for a kiss, and I went off to sit astride of him as he caressed my buttocks while I leaned closer to him. He is gentle and surprisingly tender for a man who is emotionally unstable at that moment.
I tasted the cigarette on his lips, and for some weird reason, it only enticed me. I decided to move further by grinding my p***y against his d**k, but he withdrew at that moment. He pulled back and looked forward to picking up another cigarette.
This makes me pull off and take my sit back beside him, but I have my legs placed on his thigh, and he has his right palm placed on them, caressing it.
It was a peaceful moment to see him smoke while relaxing. I can tell he is gradually regaining his confidence and emotions. That's more like it. This is the man I love.
" Malva," I
