He slipped a hand under her shirt and unsnapped her front-clasp bra with his fingertips, balancing her against the wall, rocking his hips against hers and making her squirm as he filled his hand with her creamy flesh. She pulled at his tie, loosening it enough to pull it from his neck and then tore open his shirt and vest, sending buttons flying. Xnxx Not again, she thought. The timbre of his voice had dropped an octave and he was oh, so close to her now. His lips imprisoned hers, his hands on her face as he released months of pent-up sexual tension. “There is something rather…..heated about the way you look when you’re trying to hand me my balls on a platter.” he continued softly, “Though I’m sure there are other, more enjoyable, things you could do with them.” He lowered his head and, with the barest of touches, nipped at her ear.
