The whole room feels hot, and my d**k is finding it hard to remain still in my pants. She just had to say that. I watch her bite her lips as her thighs move against each other.
"Where and how?" I ask.
Again, I find it hard to breathe when she takes my hand in hers and palms her left boob. They feel soft beneath my palm. It's not massive, but it is big and full. I'm just a little bit far from ripping her dress off her body. My voice is clouded with heat as I speak. "Let's start from here." I move my hand on her boobs until I'm groping it without the need for her direction. She pulls her hand away, allowing me to manhandle her boob. A loud moan mixed with a sob breaks out of her lips. I want more.
"More. Be rough with it. I need it. I need more." She pants.
How did we get here? Her on my
