Our tongues dance like they’re on fire. Removing one from the other may cause WW III. We kiss for a few more minutes, but I have to pull away slight...y to catch my breath. Our eyes make four, and I give him a quick peck on his lips. With a swift motion, he’s flipped me over so I’m now on my back and he’s lying on me between my legs. His hand snakes between us and his fingers find my treasured area again in my jeans. In go his two fingers again, quicker than my mind can register that I should. Get in there." he snapped, his voice raggedHe pushed me, t-shirt still up over my tits and skirt pushed up at the front, into a room just a few feet away."That was close," he whispered. "Now where were we?"Very soon I was facing the wall, hands halfway down, arse sticking out."Now, here's where the fun begins," his voice seemed husky with need.In seconds my skirt was up around my waist, vibe removed and his cock buried deep inside me. There was nothing gentle or romantic about this, it was pure. Turning your head, you get your lips on it; it’s a little salty and gone. Then it’s across your other cheek. You turn but it’s gone. His fingers caress your neck up to your chin. He tilts your head up, parting your lips with his thumb, in, out, in. He pushes your jaw down and then the head of his cock slides in as his thumb leaves. The head is swollen tight and hot, filling your mouth. It’s in, it’s out, it’s in, deeper, deeper, deeper, pulling out, sliding back in. You want to caress it with. She felt his fingers at the waistband of her bottoms and thought she'd just curl up and die as he pushed, sliding them down over her hips. He did it in a way that used his fingertips, his palms sliding against her hips, and she wanted to bend over, because her stomach felt so fluttery. He must have gone under water to get them off her feet, because she felt him lift, first one foot, and then the other. He came back up, behind her. She still hadn't moved, voluntarily. Only the water, holding.