I kiss your face, your neck, moving down to your shoulder as I caress your body with my hands. You wore a modest skirt, accentuating your sensual curves. Xxx You start to move faster and I feel a surge building deep in my being. I consider wetting a finger with my mouth, but upon seeing how wet you have become I see it isn’t going to be necessary. You begin to really grind on me, making more noise, moaning, groaning and yelping, telling me to not to stop. Nicely shaped, with your skirt pulled tight around it, it was too much to resist. You step into the unit and shut the door. Your smile was infectious. You were looking straight at the bulge in my pants with your lips slightly parted as you ran your tongue over them.
