whatever. She will pause, though, for the three-point-five seconds it takes us to relocate her panties from her waist to the end of the bed. Porn Her hand knots itself in my chest hair, and she speaks words from beyond; I listen, I feel her heart, and I know I am a man. Well; actually; turns out it was a lounge, singular. I squeeze her sex, gently again, and everything about her body tells me she is living for this moment, and she will not be denied. Equally aroused. I love breasts. Moving further afield, I stroke the inside of her thigh, damp with desire, and – from the reaction – clearly electrified.
