ANDREA
He pulled out and turned me to face him, his trousers were up already and I wondered how he managed to look so fine after ramming until me hard minutes ago.
And I was there... trying to steady my breathing.
His hands grabbed my ass, carrying me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands round his shoulder.
"Where are we going?", I asked as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Somewhere close", he said and I smiled.
Fuck...He was good to be the death of me.
We got to the living room and he laid down, pulling me down with him, until I was straddling his hips, my knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his waist.
The position put me in control, theoretically but with his big hands spanning my waist, thumbs stroking my hip bones, I felt more possessed than empow
