Part: 25 First Makeout 18+

He kissed me again, passionately this time. He's sucking up my lips as if they're his favourite lollipop. He pulled my head back by grasping my hair and slid his other hand inside my dress from the slit of my dress. I froze for a second as his hand rubbed against my bare thigh. He took his hand up, caressing my thigh. I'm trembling with his touch, it is arousing my inner desire. He grabbed my bare waist from inside my dress and yanked me closer to himself. Our bodies are pressing against each other and we are kissing each other deeply and crazily, forgetting about the whole world, my hands are moving in his silky jet black hair. I felt a tingle between my thighs. I'm aroused utterly. My soul needs him, and each and every part of my body needs him badly.

I mechanically rubbed my groin against his crotch. Oh, fuck, what I'm doing? My body is responding to him automatically.

He abruptly broke the kiss and gave me salacious smile. "I'm loving the way your body is responding to my touch,