Gloomy atmosphere. Red silk sheet. Dim lights. His body against me, his soft plump lips is pressed up on my neck dancing its way to my lips. Our tongue wrestling together fighting for dominance, his hands were frantic against the button of my shirt and his manhood straining against his jean begging to come out. He traced his fingers all over my body, his hand purred up to my inner thigh, and up to my vagina. He stopped, I whimpered, begging him to touch it...