He ran his fingers softly on top of my mound. The thought of only a thin fabric separating his fingers from it sent another gush of arousal from inside me.
I looked at him with my eyes pulsating with lust and need. He cupped one of my breasts and squeezed slightly. I shut my eyes and a little groan escaped from my mouth, all the sensations rushing through my brain.
He straddled my hips, planting a knee on each side, untied my hands, and guided it to his penis.
I stroked it like it was my favorite toy I was craving to play with. He leaned in again with one hand on each side of face, in for a deep kiss. Our tongues danced in the sensual routine of lust and want.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Mystery Man At The Tower | Short Sex Story
Historia CortaA young girl in her twenties, tired of her boring daily routine decides to explore an abandoned tower which gave her a mind blowing sexual experience.
