It’s 11 pm on a Sunday night. We’re in bed, face to face, entirely naked.
The crisp, soft sheets, are tucking us in as we roll and switch from each others sides of the bed.
Our minty breath has made our lips cool and tounges icey yet warm. We’re making out and his hands slip to the underside of my ass checks. My arms are around his shoulders as our hips motion back and forth, rubbing ourselves into each other.
His cock is getting harder and I feel him lean further into me and our skin is rubbing together.
The cool blankets are swaying, letting the nights light air inside our intimate moment. I slide under him and spread my legs to let his hips in between. I wrap my legs around his thighs, allowing him to get closer.
I’m wet and his cock is rubbing my clit slightly with pressure. Our hips still motioning and mirroring each other’s movements to get closer and closer.