Hundred and Eleven

AALIYAH.

The atmosphere takes a swift turn from the intense heat of vexation to an intense heat of desire.

I tilt down and press my full lips on his, slowly and gently, tasting the saltiness and lust encased in his taste buds with every kiss and tongue swipe.

His hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer and deepening our contact.

With my broad hips settled on his slender one, I roll and rock his bulge to hardness, slow at first then roughly, obeying the jolts of electricity coursing through me.

I break the kiss to catch my breath, sitting upright with him between my thighs and my aching cunt on his hard rod.

Hastily, I pack my hair in a ponytail, not wanting anything to disrupt this moment. And in the spirit of taking off distractions, I loosen my blouse and toss it to the end of the room.

Leaving in sight my voluptuous boobs, my nipples are erect pink and hard, and ripe. I push downwards, pressing my warm soft boobs ok his face, before dangling them and giving him boob