As soon as he said those words he took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room and his own followed.
His lips were back on mine, slow and sensual. He wasn't in a hurry, he was touching me like a man who had all the time in the world.
His hand squeezed my left breast as he played with the swollen bud and I moaned into his mouth, drawing him closer for more.
“Please," I whispered, not knowing what I was even begging for.
He started kissing down my body, from my neck down to my chest as his mouth sucked on one n****e, making me arch into the bed.
He kept switching between my breasts as his finger rubbed torturous circles on my c**t and I moaned, my hand gripping his hair tightly.
“Don't stop," I moaned as his fingers on my c**t increased and my eyes rolled back in pleasure.
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