So I yanked him along with me, and we made our way to my apartment building.So I yanked him along with me, and we made our way to my apartment building. We went upstairs to my apartment. We went in and I entered the kitchen. I paused for a second, then turned around to face him. Immediately he planted a kiss on my lips. Soon his tongue was exploring my mouth. I could barely moan. He was making me so hot. Soon our bodies were grinding together. I felt his hands massage my ass. I let him enjoy it (not that I wasn't), but I didn't think it was quite enough. So I reached down and started fondling his erection through his pants. I could feel it against me when we were grinding together. He sighed in response. He began gently kneading my breasts. He stopped doing that long enough to remove my blouse and bra, letting them drop onto the floor. Except there was no fight with my bra clasp. The bastard did it with one hand! He must have a lot of practice. "Impressive," was all I could think to say. He flashed a devilish grin and looked down at my breasts. Then he began to play with the sides of my breasts, slowly working inward until my nipples ached to be touched. Then he went outward again. I tried to move around so that my nipples would be in his hands, but he wouldn't let me. He was also kissing and nibbling my ears. All of this attention was making me so hot. I started breathing harder. |