Honey

Our mouths were molded together as Enzo blindly opened and closed his door, pushing me up against it whenever it was closed. His stubble scratched up my face deliciously.

His hard chest pressed against me, and my skirt bunched up around my waist.

His warm hands grasped my ass, squeezing handfuls of it in a way that has me panting desperately against his mouth. My hands were thrown around his neck, my thighs sandwiching his hips.

Enzo carried me ...