Standing in your loungeroom, we embrace tightly. Your intoxicating aroma overwhelms me with desire. I attempt to slide my hand into your jeans so you loosen your belt.
Rubbing your sensual bud, I elicit a smiling sigh.
You encourage me by placing your thigh between mine, pressing it against my arousal.
As I finger your wet bud and G-spot, your breathing intensifies. You lean against me. Pressing your thigh firmly against me, we kiss. Moaning loudly with weakening knees, your orgasm hits, changing your visage to the one that I adore so much.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” I whisper.
