Maybe this should be my new slogan?

While Sedrick’s hands run over my body, on the top of my clothes. While his lips touches my neck as he kisses me. Caressing and squeezing my boobs gently as I moan from every touch. What is it? Is it just the magic of his touch, or mixed in with a lot of feelings as well… Being in love can make feelings a lot more intense.

His hand slides in under my shirt, and further up my stomach to my breast. Continuously kissing me. Arousing my senses both in body and mind. For being a girl I sometimes feel I might be a bit too guyish, just waiting for them to get straight down to business and not really minding, as long as we can continue playing afterwards. I wanted his hands under my clothes, or at least for him to rip them off and take me.

I wanted his fingers inside of me, slipping inside of me. I wanted him to feel how wet he was making me, that if anything should be a good grade on how he’s treating me, right?

My shirt got moved further up, and his lips moved to my nipple and he started to suckle and kissing my breast. At the same time his hand was playing with my other nipple, that has a whole other kind of sensitivity. Slight moans kept slipping out of me as the tingly feelings spread in my body.

When I can feel that I’m wet, when I can feel it almost seeping out, it is really a good sign of how aroused I actually am. At least if it, and it often does, in return makes me even hornier. Could I tell him that? No.

I took his hand, to slip it down into my pants. I just wanted him to really wank me of. I wanted to finish off, carrying so much horniness. I wanted my beloved orgasm that my body keeps stopping me from getting!! And I hear him giggle.
- What do you want? he asked me in a playful teasing voice.
I’m not even sure if I answered, or that I could. I think I managed to mention that he was making me horny. He went back to playing with my breasts. Quite a teaser that one. Lets see how tight we’ll sleep tonight, and if we’ll get any sleep at all.

Right now I’m just walking around the apartment feeling how wet he’s made me, and it’s almost gone through both layers of fabric in the way…

Yep, slippery when wet, that’s me.

Maybe this should be my new slogan? While Sedrick's hands run over my body, on the top of my clothes. While his lips touches my neck as he kisses me. Caressing and squeezing my boobs gently as I moan from every touch. What is it? Is it just the magic of his touch, or mixed ...