His hands move to my breasts, squeezing them over the fabric of my shirt, drawing a gasp from me. But it's the moan that escapes my throat that makes him growl against my mouth, as his broad hands grip my buttocks. He kneads them forcefully, and with each squeeze, a moan escapes my lips.
I press myself closer to his body to feel the erection between his legs. Knowing what I want, he lifts me effortlessly, pressing me against it, and of course, I grind against him even more.
We aren't just kissing; we're devouring each other! And God! The kisses this man is giving me. The cold surface of the countertop doesn't faze me at all with how hot I am. I wrap my legs around his body, pulling him as close as possible, and while we continue kissing, I try to bend him to my will with these kisses.
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