Genevieve:
His breathing was hard against my skin, his tongue licking my ear while his hands squeezed my breasts.
"You know," he whispered directly in my ear and only took a pause to plant a kiss, "I want to squeeze your breasts so hard until they deliver the juice of lust to me," he finished, kissing me again.
"I think we shouldn’t do--anything in the open," It was so hard to form a full sentence. I don’t even know if I was ready to be pulled away from him at this point.
"Why? You are afraid the scent of fresh air will make us---unable to stop?" He pushed away without any warning and jumped in front of me. I tried to get up and get away from him while he giggled and pushed me against the tree trunk.
"Not yet," he smirked, bringing his face into my neck and kissing my skin just so gen
