Sixteen
Wes
I honestly only intended to give her a quick kiss before dinner.
She’d looked all fresh and rosy from her shower, and the closer I got, the more I could smell the sweet perfume of her skin.
I just had to touch.
What started as a brush of the lips quickly morphed into something more, and I was quickly learning, that with Trixie, there was no such thing as a simple kiss. One taste of her, followed by the way she pressed in close and met me with a passion that was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to stop.
Trixie’s arms came around my waist and when I felt her hands flexing on my ass, I instinctively thrust forward, groaning when my hard c**k brushed against her.
“Let’s go to my room,” she suggested between kisses.
I murmured my consent, before accepting her offered hand and
