Martin pulled me to sit on his lap, and I did so without protest.
He lowered his hand to my bottom and with the other held my neck, guiding our kiss. I started to grind on his lap, already feeling his hard erection rubbing against my underwear, which at that moment I wished I wasn't wearing.
I began to unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands over his abdomen. He started kissing my neck, my whole body shivering with the contact of his wet mouth on my skin. I closed my eyes, savoring each touch of his on my body. He grabbed the zipper of my dress at the back, and since I didn't protest, he slowly lowered it, the straps of my dress falling off my shoulders.
My breasts were already in view, and Martin seemed eager for them. He started leaving kisses on them, and I kept rubbing myself on top of
