I can’t do anything and laugh. It’s magic, his little joke has relaxed me as if the weight that oppressed me had evaporated in the blink of an eye. This time, when his mouth covers mine the exchange is not chaste, it’s the wild kiss I’m accustomed to.
The one which, terribly conquering, won’t let me catch my breath. Chris settles better between my legs and I immediately feel the extent of his desire. He supports it deliberately and directly against my privacy. This pressure triggers a strange burning sensation whose echoes reverberate in the rest of my body, annihilating any coherent thought. He repeats it and I don’t know how it’s possible, but this curious pleasure is even more devastating than the last one; an uncontrolled moan escapes from my throat to die on my lips. Chris squirms sl
