Grabbing his face and kissing him, I started to grind myself against him. The friction of his pants against my wet, sensitive c**t was sky-rocketing. I could feel him grow beneath me, wanting me just as much as I wanted him.
I pulled his shirt off, revealing a batch of new cuts he had gotten from lacrosse earlier that day.
Kissing down his body, I made sure to kiss each cut and bruise equally. My hands undid his pants as I moved down his abs, he lifted his hips in response and I slid both his pants and boxer briefs off at the same time.
I sat on my knees, taking him with my hand, stroking him softly. I looked up to him, he was watching me with lust filled eyes.
Once our eyes connected I moved forward and slowly took him in my mouth. He didn’t look away, his hand held my hair out of my
