1900
Our lips mesh in a battle of lip sucking
dueling tongues
My hands cradle your head
Your hands draw my hips closer to you
but wait without the comfort of space you
grab my hair tilting my head slowly
exposing my neck
with a swiping lick you begin to slowly make
little bites down my neck
A hand grabs my breast
You pinch a nipple
I trail my nails down your back
legs wrapped around your hips
I take my hand and release you from your contained jeans
Rubbing you against my dewey center
Only for you I wear a skirt rocking no panties
sleek and wet
ready for you to spread me open as you thrust
slowly building our throbbing ache to a mutual
exhausting climatic finish
