Sweaty Gym Blonde Getting It On

He leaned forward, drawing his tongue through the heart-shaped chocolate smear. XXX His hands kneaded and stroked her breasts, occasionally pinching or tweaking her stiff nipples. Ron felt her body tense and release as waves of pleasure passed through her. The sound went straight from his ears to his groin, which began to churn with excitement. She ran her fingers through her voluminous hair in frustration and muttered something he didn’t quite understand. As she did so often in the evenings, she sat at the massive dining room table; her books, papers, and briefcase strung across the massive piece of carved walnut. His entire visual focus shrank to an area that was only her eyes. Her legs came up and wrapped around his thighs. She murmured against his lips, “Don’t get all sweet on me now.” She pushed her lips against his and opened her mouth, prying his open in the process. She pulled him closer, he was stabbing at her now.