When my tits meet the bare skin of his chest, we both groan at how fucking good it feels. I kiss him harder, hungry for more. His fingers dance along my spine, sending shivers of pleasure straight to my pussy, before reaching around to cup my tits. He kneads them in his big hands, rolling his thumbs over my hard nipples. I never knew anything could feel so good.

Soon his mouth is kissing a line down my neck. His tongue dances along my collarbone before drifting lower. I gasp when he ...