It’s you. You know I want you now. xnx My right hand then, with the barest touch, moves like a feather, fingertips barely grazing your clit, your lips…and then…my lips follow, my lower lip, then upper lip, moist from our kiss moves over your small bud. And I move past them, bodies pressing up against my chest, sweeping past my ass as I see one girl. And let you feel with your ass my hard-growing cock. And I move past them, bodies pressing up against my chest, sweeping past my ass as I see one girl. The barest trace of a mischevious smile. And you can smell the barest hint of cologne and soap on me as I bring you closer. The guys are dressed to their club-going nines, the gals in all colors of spaghetti strap dresses, mini-skirts camisoles, bandeaus and halter tops.
