..we go up to the top floor, which looks like the roof of a panel house. the air around us is so warm that even when we went out on the balcony, we felt stuffy.
drunken kisses are greedy and greasy. my fingers cling to his shoulders, to his hair, and my body feels hot. i kneel down and shower kisses on his stomach. i sink lower and lower, trying to unbutton his fly and greedily inhale his scent, which I like so much.
it smells of freshness and spring flowers. something warm that feels good in the back of my head.
i take his twitching cock in my mouth and hear him breathing heavily and moaning. the thought of how five minutes ago he was pushing me away while we were kissing only turns me on more.
I knew I was going to get what I wanted today.
do u remember that evening, honey?