And before I could say anything else, he had lifted me up by my a s s and pushed me against the wall at the side. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hardness rubbed against me.
The grind of his hips and the sweep of his tongue on mine has pretty much rendered me incapable of doing anything but moaning and cherishing his taste.
Fuck me, how the hell are they all so good at this?
Wes’ other hand moved from my face and found its way to my chest and I couldn’t help but whimper so pathetically when he squeezed them tight.
“Yeeeeesss,” I cried out so loudly it almost made me feel like some s e x deprived woman, but f**k I couldn’t care any less. I was dying, in a good way.
Every time Wes groaned so obscenely, every part of me ached for more. More of his lips. More of his touches
