I was expecting something more animalistic from him, something more focused on the pleasure than anything else. Instead, he held me close kissing on my neck as he played my body like a fine instrument. He didn’t let me stop at just one orgasm or even two, he taunted and tormented my body over and over sending me grinding against him as I tried to escape the beautiful torture. He kissing my neck and his neck traced small circles. “Morgan,” he whispered.
I went slack against him as my body started to give out. He hugged me close for a moment. “Cya, stop I can’t take any more touching,” I complained as I tried to wriggle away from him. He guided my body so that as I knelt on the bottom steps, I could support my weight using my palms on one of the higher steps.
Cya groaned behind me and cupp
