Deja puts her hand on Trent's waist as she looks him in his eyes, with that same urge welling up in her to feel him. Letting her hand gently glide down, she flicked her eyes up to his again, and Deja could see the yearning desire burning in him for her to touch him. Finally, Deja got to feel his passion in the palm of her hand.
She let her hand glide down his inner thigh as she took hold of all of him, while her other hand went down his backside.
Trent closed his eyes, letting his head gently fall back, as Deja made him weak and strong all in one instance. He took her in his arms, leaning forward, kissing her on the neck. Letting his moist lips travel down to Deja's chest as his mouth took in her breast while her hands caressed and exerted pressure on his manliness.
He picked her up as
