"Are you sure? Seeing you without your shirt is tempting me."Are you sure? Seeing you without your shirt is tempting me. It's like you're playing with fire, sitting there like that." She sighed then moved forward to him. Delicately kissing him, she rubbed his thigh. He held back, unsure. She darted her tongue into his, invading his barrier. He responded with a passionate fervor. His hands found his way around her and pulled her toward him. She moaned in relief. He laid back, still kissing her passionately. He let his hand roam around her body, feeling her and setting her on fire with his touch. She ripped his shirt, popping the buttons off. Then yanked it off. He chuckled into her mouth. He felt her hands slide toward his torso to his manhood. That was when he became hard. He moved away, panting. She looked at him, lustily. They ripped their clothes off and made an small pile of clothes. Naked, they lay on the blanket, caressing and kissing. He fingered her wet clitoris as she fondled his rigid shaft. She moaned, "Oh, god. I can't wait any longer..." He moved her legs until they rested on his shoulders. Shifting into position, he gazed at her body. Then he thrust his hard penis into her dripping clitoris. He kept moving back and forth, with her arching her hips to meet his in rhythm. They held back as long as they could then they climaxed. She convulsed as he squirted his juices in her. Then he rested on top of her as she moved her legs off of his shoulders to the blanket. She felt him go semi-soft inside her and smiled. "You were great." She complied. "Thanks. So were you." She blushed then laughed. |