Samara Pleasuring Herself Sensually

As I turn to walk away from him, he grabs me by the hips with both hands and pulls me back against his body. And yet… Since that night at the club, I can feel it in you and know that sooner or later it will win. No slip, just naked, silky, soft skin. He gasps slightly as I press it against his hard cock. Then let me surprise you. In this alley behind the club? You pull me to yourself, and drag me out of the club like a little child who stayed too long on the playground. I take an uncertain step toward you. I think of you. I slowly walk towards the bar. You open your jacket, and I see what is in the inside pocket. I take a deep breath, and my breasts press against my top.