backside and squeezing them.
Feeling his cock against my body was glorious, still hard it teased me and had me aching to feel him in me again. Archer pulled away my shirt and bra, his mouth finding my breast in an instant. Clamping down on one nipple as his hand massaged the other, toying it into his rough fingers. His breathing was heavy again, a fervent spark in his eyes as he looked up at me.
Gripping both breasts he pushed them up and together, lashing his tongue over them. Straddling him I felt his hardness against the apex of my thighs through the lace of my panties. Archer moved both hands back to my backside, pushing my groin against his as he continued to lavish his insistent kisses on my breasts.
I dug my fingers into the back of the lounge as Archer continued to move me against him, gyrating me over his growing need. His hands moved away from my backside, sliding the lace away as he adjusted himself to me. The feeling of his head at the entrance was too much for me to handle, pressing against it and waiting to enter.
I couldn't wait. I needed him. Slowly I slid down onto him, sighing with the pleasure of him filling me. We were deep, groin to groin as we took one small moment to enjoy this pleasure. Archer's hands slid over my body, over my stomach and torso, washing over my breasts and to my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
When his hands moved to my hips, I broke free of his ardent kiss, always heavy and needful. Sliding over his girth I moaned softly with every movement, every up and every down. His hands claimed my breasts again, coaxing the nipples into his deft fingers.
Overwhelmed by the burn within me, I groaned as the orgasm flared, sparking a heavy path to my mind and making me scattered. Archer pulled me down by the back of my neck, his mouth plundering mine as his other hand slapped to my backside.
Insisting that I continue to move, his hand guided me and refused to let go. I could feel the flush of heat rise quickly as his fingers slid through the line, teasing at my entrance. Could I say anything? No, Archer was still mauling my mouth with his amazing and passionate kiss.
His hand continued to push at me, wordlessly he was telling me to not stop. Burying the tip of his finger, I moaned in his kiss. It was an odd sensation but one that I was curious about. Going a little deeper he began to give little pumps, his eyes met mine as we slowed in the kiss.
I felt bereft of his ravishing, his lips gently pulled on my bottom lip.
“One day, I'm gonna take it Rox.” He whispered hungrily. “One day real soon.”
Two strong arms lifted me off his body, laying me onto the lounge. Both legs were pushed open wide as his fingers teased over me.
“You are so wet Rox, you've soaked your pants.”
They were gone in a matter of seconds and Archer was rearranging me on the lounge to suit his desire. I was sitting up in the center of the lounge, legs spread as wide as I could manage and pulled forward. Kneeling before me, his eyes grazed over me with desire, taking a moment to soak in the view.
Taking my hand he put it in between my legs.
“Play baby, tease me.”
I ran my fingers through the folds, feeling the sensitivity and wetness. He was right, I really was wet.
“Fuck yeah. God that is so hot.”
His eyes never moved, pinned to my fingers as they played in the soaking velvet of my pussy. My own gratification was a daily occurrence, whether it be by my own hand or my friend it didn't matter. I knew my body and I knew what I liked and this, I liked. Archer wiped his mouth like he expected drool to be there, he did look like he was salivating at the view.
As my other hand began to toy with my nipple, his eyes whipped up and watched, darting back down to the scene he could not be dragged away from. His tongue darted over his lips, hungry to dive in. And dive, he did.
I'd never been eaten out in such a desperate way. Previous had always been reluctant which I found thoroughly frustrating. But
Feeling his cock against my body was glorious, still hard it teased me and had me aching to feel him in me again. Archer pulled away my shirt and bra, his mouth finding my breast in an instant. Clamping down on one nipple as his hand massaged the other, toying it into his rough fingers. His breathing was heavy again, a fervent spark in his eyes as he looked up at me.
Gripping both breasts he pushed them up and together, lashing his tongue over them. Straddling him I felt his hardness against the apex of my thighs through the lace of my panties. Archer moved both hands back to my backside, pushing my groin against his as he continued to lavish his insistent kisses on my breasts.
I dug my fingers into the back of the lounge as Archer continued to move me against him, gyrating me over his growing need. His hands moved away from my backside, sliding the lace away as he adjusted himself to me. The feeling of his head at the entrance was too much for me to handle, pressing against it and waiting to enter.
I couldn't wait. I needed him. Slowly I slid down onto him, sighing with the pleasure of him filling me. We were deep, groin to groin as we took one small moment to enjoy this pleasure. Archer's hands slid over my body, over my stomach and torso, washing over my breasts and to my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.
When his hands moved to my hips, I broke free of his ardent kiss, always heavy and needful. Sliding over his girth I moaned softly with every movement, every up and every down. His hands claimed my breasts again, coaxing the nipples into his deft fingers.
Overwhelmed by the burn within me, I groaned as the orgasm flared, sparking a heavy path to my mind and making me scattered. Archer pulled me down by the back of my neck, his mouth plundering mine as his other hand slapped to my backside.
Insisting that I continue to move, his hand guided me and refused to let go. I could feel the flush of heat rise quickly as his fingers slid through the line, teasing at my entrance. Could I say anything? No, Archer was still mauling my mouth with his amazing and passionate kiss.
His hand continued to push at me, wordlessly he was telling me to not stop. Burying the tip of his finger, I moaned in his kiss. It was an odd sensation but one that I was curious about. Going a little deeper he began to give little pumps, his eyes met mine as we slowed in the kiss.
I felt bereft of his ravishing, his lips gently pulled on my bottom lip.
“One day, I'm gonna take it Rox.” He whispered hungrily. “One day real soon.”
Two strong arms lifted me off his body, laying me onto the lounge. Both legs were pushed open wide as his fingers teased over me.
“You are so wet Rox, you've soaked your pants.”
They were gone in a matter of seconds and Archer was rearranging me on the lounge to suit his desire. I was sitting up in the center of the lounge, legs spread as wide as I could manage and pulled forward. Kneeling before me, his eyes grazed over me with desire, taking a moment to soak in the view.
Taking my hand he put it in between my legs.
“Play baby, tease me.”
I ran my fingers through the folds, feeling the sensitivity and wetness. He was right, I really was wet.
“Fuck yeah. God that is so hot.”
His eyes never moved, pinned to my fingers as they played in the soaking velvet of my pussy. My own gratification was a daily occurrence, whether it be by my own hand or my friend it didn't matter. I knew my body and I knew what I liked and this, I liked. Archer wiped his mouth like he expected drool to be there, he did look like he was salivating at the view.
As my other hand began to toy with my nipple, his eyes whipped up and watched, darting back down to the scene he could not be dragged away from. His tongue darted over his lips, hungry to dive in. And dive, he did.
I'd never been eaten out in such a desperate way. Previous had always been reluctant which I found thoroughly frustrating. But
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