Lexi kissed me deeply, angling her perfect body so that she was back on top of me. Seeing her glorious tits hanging over me as she bent over for a kiss had my cock rock hard, desperate to be freed from the confines of my jeans. I thrust my hips up into her as her tongue touched mine, the passion in her kiss mirroring my own. Her slim fingers undid the first three buttons on my shirt, enough for her hands to touch my chest.
When her need outweighed her patience, she ripped my shirt open, sending buttons scattering along the floor. I gasped at her impulsiveness, smirking slightly as the reality of her ripping my shirt off was so much better than my fantasy. Her hands covered every inch of my chest, creating a path of fire everywhere she touched. She nibbled on my earlobe as I sat up slightly to take the rest of my shirt off, moaning at the feel of her delicate mouth on such a sensitive area. “Lexi,” was all I could get out before her mouth crushed mine again.