I could happily chit-chat with you forever. xnx My hands clasp your lower thighs, and I can feel your wetness against my warmth. It’s true, but I’m neither ashamed of it nor worried that it might be a buzz-kill for you. You effortlessly work in more contact; your fingernails on my knee, or on my forearm, like the most natural thing in the world. Heh, ‘for the last time’.. “uh-huh” intones the Stewardess disapprovingly as we crack open the door and walk-of-shame it back to our seats, plopping down next to each other for almost certainly the last time. I want to kiss you again. Your kiss though– you push your hips back to allow me to bring my hard-on between us. I couldn’t help myself. You’re delightful.
