These moments always seem to start with a kiss. You lean toward me, a smile playing on your lips, and look up at me with those beautiful eyes. How can I resist?
I lean toward you and brush your lips with mine. We kiss again, and my tongue brushes against your top lip, begging to be let in.
In a rush you grab my head, pushing your tongue into my mouth, kissing me deep and hard, just the way I like it.
Still kissing me, your hand finds my breasts and pulls at my nipples through my shirt. Unsatisfied, you slide your hand under my shirt, pushing my bra out of the way, to touch my breast.
Wanting more, we move to the back of the van where we can explore each other more comfortably. We’re kissing feverishly. I cannot taste you enough.
You expertly undo my pants and work them down around my hips so you can feel how wet I am. All for you.
The heat between us is reaching a fevered pitch. I climb into your lap,rubbing against your dick, which is rock hard. We rock back and forth,grinding against each other.
You pull up my shirt and bra, grabbing both my breasts in your hands, licking and sucking my nipples. I almost can’t stand it now. I want to feel you inside me.
I sit next to you and pull my jeans and panties off. I undo you belt and release your wet, hard dick from your pants. I straddle you and you slip inside me. It’s so hot and wet.
With my feet, I start pushing against you, feeling you inside me. We start rocking back and forth, hard and faster. I can feel your dick swell as you get ready to cum. Harder and faster we rock together, until you can’t take it anymore. I feel your hot cum inside me and I orgasm over and over.
Oooh, kiss me again.
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