She pressed the cold drink against her forehead in an attempt to cool herself off.
She needed to go change her panties, she was so freaking wet.
She could feel his heat next to her; his body was like a furnace. She wanted to plant her hands on his chest and feel how hot he really was. Her fingers convulsed around her glass.
“Are you okay?” The deep timbre of his voice sent a shot of lightning down her body, landing right in her pussy.
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10 comments:
I wonder what's stopping her. ;) Great six!
Why doesn't she? I'm all for planting hands on chest. :)
I think she needs to get busy with the hands on chest, but stopping him is not on the agenda. ;)
Hot! Skip the drink, go for the chest!
Agreed. Get your hands on that man.
Ooh wee, she's worked up! Great sensory onslaught here.
Oh yeah...love a great voice on a man.
Wha - I want more! :)
Chest is greater than drink. Even if that drink tastes like chocolate cake. GRAB HIM! Lol. Great six!
oh, very hot!
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