LILIANA
I place my hands on his broad chest with intent to shove, and against my will, they remain planted to the spot.
Why am I letting him kiss me? Better still, why…does it feel so dang good?
His tongue invades my mouth with a savage intensity that leave me breathless and before long, I fist the front of his shirt as an anchor.
“So…divine.” He whispers hotly against my lips.
His hold on my neck pulses in tandem with the clench of my p***y pressed onto his strong thigh. I feel his erection resting against the outside of my other thigh while he drives me to the brink.
What starts out as slow movements, graduates into a steady rhythm that picks up in every passing second.
This is wrong… This is repulsive… Yet, I find myself responding to the urgent demands of his thigh by grinding
