The moment his tongue met mine I shuddered in relief, I had wanted this so much. If someone had asked.
Why are you so hell bent on doing this?
The answer was that I don’t know. Ever since that handshake I had just wanted him, he made me aroused in a way that no one could ever do. The strangest thing was that he barely had to do anything. All he had to do was stare at me then bam! My panties would get soaked to the fiber.
I sighed into his kiss as he groped my breast. He spun around and slammed me into a nearby wall. His gaze was half lidded and he seemed to be staring at me, and only me. He went lower, biting my earlobe and I let out a wail of pleasure. I clutched his hair so tight that I was afraid I would rip it off.
His fingers found my c**t and without warning he shoved his finger
