If I were there, I’d climb on top of you, tangle my fingers in your hair and kiss you hard, my lips passionately battling with yours. Nibbling at your bottom lip and running my tongue along it. Feeling shivers down my body as your tongue runs along mine. I would tangle and untangle my hands from your hair as I relished it’s softness.
I’d slowly work my hips in circles, rubbing my pussy on your hard cock, teasing us both. Loving when you press up into me. Hearing the small moan escape your lips into mine. Feeling your hands on my hips and in my hair as we continue to make out, biting, kissing each other aggressively.
Realizing you’re going to push me off as you apply pressure to one hip with your hands and gathering both of your wrists in one of mine and holding them above your head. An act, as we both know, as I can barely fit both of your wrists in my small hand. But you oblige and allow me to push your hands above your head and release them as I move on. They remain there.