His hand is in my hair, softly tugging my head backwards. His warm mouth plays at my ear. Sliding my shirt up...he quickly slips his hand under my lacy bra, the work-roughened texture rubbing against my soft skin. Cupping my breast with his hand, he pulls firmly on the exposed nipple. I moan quietly and a gasp escapes from my lips... this excites him more as he suddenly brings his attention up to my lips, where his expert fingers begin to explore them and their soft wetness.
“Gonna find my baby... Gonna hold her tight...Gonna grab some afternoon delight.”
“Gonna find my baby... Gonna hold her tight...Gonna grab some afternoon delight.”
