Shape of You | Dilmer
My skin glistened under the production lights as sweat covered every inch of my body.
His body on top of mine, grinding against my hips as my body reacted in its own way. A moan slipped from my lips as he pressed against me, even the slightest touch made me squirm, I was right on the edge.
I knew he was feeling the same, I could feel that he was feeling the same.
Neither of us would admit it though.