we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
You aren't wearing underwear, either, so that makes you two of a kind, though for now the primary evidence of that fact is in how very easily your pants are tenting. One gentle flick against her clit and you obediently move your hands away, roaming back to rap around her hips, a smirk punctuated by a gasp flickering across your face. "As y'wish. 's yer night, after all," you attempt to drawl, though whatever suave notes you've put in your voice are rather diminished by your intermittent groans.
There is zero effort to stop her; on the contrary you rise your hips to help her slide her hand down your pants, head thrown back in appreciation of the not-so-gentle touch. "Where else ya plannin' on leadin' to?" you ask, your right hand moving up her side, cupping her breast and squeezing her nipple. If the roadmap is going to continue being anything like this, you're quite enthused about the destination.
There is zero effort to stop her; on the contrary you rise your hips to help her slide her hand down your pants, head thrown back in appreciation of the not-so-gentle touch. "Where else ya plannin' on leadin' to?" you ask, your right hand moving up her side, cupping her breast and squeezing her nipple. If the roadmap is going to continue being anything like this, you're quite enthused about the destination.
zephyr
