I smile at you as you reach out your hand. xnx Still moving to the rhythm of the music, I turn and face you again, letting the blouse remain partly open. The air is scented, with hust a hint of musk. Our breathing and moaning escaping with every motion, every inch of your cocks hard shaft driving deeper into me. My hips move in time to the music as I ride your cock, holding onto your shoulders, kissing your face, your ears, our throat, as far as I could reach. Looking up you see me enter the room. As you cover them with your hands, I feel my nipples hardening against your palms and I moan softly. You hold the kiss as my hands wander up your thighs, kneeding the muscle through your jeans, then coming to rest on the obvious hard bulge of your cock.
