DAMON
I pictured her warm, wet p***y pressed against my crotch, separated only by the fabric of our clothes. The heat from her cunt made my c**k ache with desire.
I deepened the kiss with the girl, fueled by my thoughts. Despite that, it struggled to match the intensity of our shared kiss.
Without saying a word, she conveyed her inner turmoil through the force of her lips meeting mine.
I'm uncertain if I'll find happiness, but I'll continue to give her the kiss I believe she needs.
She whimpered softly as I slid my hand from her waist down to her buttocks. Massaging it, I knew she could feel the warmth of my touch through her clothes.
I also rubbed against her, letting her feel my stiff member yearning to be inside her.
I pressed my covered c**k against her covered p***y, our mouths
