Kenna
“Nicholas, if you don’t stop that we are never getting out of here.” I slap at him as he rubs his hands over my hips and nibbles on my neck. “I can’t help it. I like this outfit on you.” He slips his hands into the deep vee of my dress and gently plucks at my n****e. “You’re not wearing a bra? Someone is asking for trouble.”
He runs his free hand across my mouth and puts two fingers inside for me to suck. I moan around them, and he slips them under my dress, shoving my panties to the side. He swipes his slick fingers across my c**t rhythmically. I grind my ass into his groin, the thick throb of his d**k slipping between my cheeks. “That’s it, baby. Show me how to make you come.” He pinches my n****e harder, and a matching tug pulls between my legs. It’s not enough. I need him insid
