Your mouth moves to the crook of her neck and your lips press against it. She gasps, but your lips are moving so furiously you don't take notice. Her knees are shaking and she's gasping for breath, but the gasps soon turn into moans that get louder as your lips run over her neck, one hand wrapped around her waist. She's wearing a skirt and you can't help but get turned on as you think about what you could do. Your hand moves under her skirt and rubs against the thin fabric there. With your feverish kissing on her neck and the feeling of your hand stroking her lower regions, she can hardly breathe. The fabric slides down her thin legs and before you know it, you're inside her house, which is completely abandoned. |