He deepens the kiss slowly, and I can feel his hands leisurely moving up and down my body. I let my hands roam his body as well. His skin is dry now and smooth. His muscles are taut and hard against my hands.
His hand moves unhurriedly from my face, down my neck, to my chest. A moan escapes me as he gently massages my breast. His hand moves down my stomach until it reaches the edge of my shirt.
His hand slowly slides under my shirt, and he rubs my skin as he makes his way back to my breast. He slips his hand under my bra and softly pinches my n****e.
Another moan escapes me as pleasure floods me.
He starts kissing my neck, and his other hand holds my waist. I let my hand run down his smooth back and around to the front of his abs. His happy trail runs from his belly button into his pan
