I turned off the light, but that guy didn’t let me roll away. His hand slid over my hip, anchoring me to him. “Don’t sleep yet,” that guy whispered. My body was already buzzing, aching for the kind of rest that merely came after him.
I straddled him on the sofa, my underclothing the solely thing betwixt us, running my hands not fast down his chest, loving the way that guy shivered below my touch, I leaned down to kiss him deeply, grinding my thighs into his, taking control of each delightful second.
Slow finger poking into the bawdy cleft was not so pleasant and appetizing for a youthful golden-haired honey. However her bawdy cleft and her featured orgasms were saved by the juvenile fellow!