The last thing I remembered was Desmond’s fingers giving my butt an aggressive massage as he sucked my mouth, taking out reasoning and awareness of my surroundings and replacing it with ecstasy alone. It was a mystery how we ended up on the hood of my car.
My back was touching the metal, and Desmond’s body touched all of me. He had my arms pinned above me. Our mouths were pressed firmly together, allowing us to feel each other’s fiery warmth. What his tongue was doing inside my mouth inverted the world around me as my brain only focused on the movements of his slippery, fleshy, muscular organ.
I moaned in Desmond’s mouth when he rubbed his bulging manhood against me. Even though a layer of clothing was preventing me from feeling its hotness and tenderness, the hardness and the motion we
