I held her fingertips as we walked through the bedroom door – her black leather heels clicking against the floor as we returned from dinner. It was our first date in months.
She wore her tight yellow skirt, and curled her blonde hair…like I asked. The heels were her idea – something unexpected – but welcomed.
We made it into the room, and I grabbed her hand – fingers laced together – and pushed her gently into the wall. My weight sunk into her as my lips kissed her neck. Slowly, up and down. Up…and down. Her breathing turned into soft whimpers and moans as I kissed her slowly – putting my hands on her tight ass.
My cock was pressing against her thigh.
“I want it”, she whispered into my ear.
“I’m sure you do – my little slut.”
“Shut up”, she said playfully.
But it was too late for her. My plans were made up.
My hands slid up her skirt and onto her cheeks as they popped out from under her pink, lacy panties.