One Smooth Stroke

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You wrap your arms around me and kiss your way up the rest of my body to my breasts, pulling me off the wall, pulling me completely into you. Since we no longer need my skirt or the wall behind me, our bodies decide to continue their conversation in another part of the house.

Find something softer, something warmer. Soon we're leaning against the back of the couch. I wrap my legs around your waist and my arms slide across your shoulders as we kiss. More, always wanting more. One of your hands is on my ass, grinding our hips together, and the other is lost in my long, thick mane of hair.

I'm spread wide open and the motion of your hips against my wet pussy, even through our clothes, is driving us both crazy, making us moan louder and breathe harder. You grab as much of my hair as you can with one hand, pull my head to the side, and begin to feast on my neck before the cool air can even get near it.

I almost fall backwards from the heat of you, but my hands make a last-second grab for the collar of your shirt and save me from missing even one second of this. Now that you've taken my conscious mind completely out of the equation, you slide both hands up from my hips, past my shoulders, removing my blouse in one smooth stroke.