Jocelyn
Our tongues danced wildly and his rough, callused hands moved down my thin shirt, stopping at my waist. He squeezed my waist and groaned, pulling me against his thick, hard erection. It sent tingles down my belly and I felt myself get wet.
This was exactly what the bond was designed for. We matched so perfectly. Our bodies pressed against each other, fitting like a puzzle. He moved his mouth down my chin and nipped over my shirt at my hardened n*pple.
The sensation sent more bolts of pleasure down my spine and into the bottom of my stomach. I ached to feel more. I arched my back and ground myself against him again as he kissed down my chest his hands cupping both of my breasts. His hands were rough but Goddess it felt so good.
I moaned and his hands moved back down my hips. He
