Lyza
MY MOANS ARE THROATY and deep. They erupt from my mouth in pants. He kisses a trail down my throat, nibbling and licking as he goes.
One of his hands are fondling my breast through my dress and the other is playing with my braid. He stops his trail at my cleavage and raises his head to look at me.
I cup his face in my hands, pulling him down with me and I kiss his lips gently, teasing him with small bites as the kiss progresses. One of his hand finds my zip and he zips the dress down. He pushes the straps off my shoulders and I'm revealed to him.
I hear him swallow and he stares at my breasts. My n*****s tighten in the damp air and I feel uncertain underneath his scrutinising gaze.
"You are breathtaking, Lyza." His voice is as rough as gravel. He rubs my n****e in between his fin
