“Ken,” she said, her voice rough in his throat, a mix of protest and plea, but her hand slid higher,Tits And Pussy gripping his thigh, and the heat flared between them, unstoppable now.

He moved first, surging forward to close the gap, his lips–her lips–crashing into hers. “Don’t worry,” she said and put her hands on my chest. He raised a hand, watching her manicured fingers wiggle in response, and let out a shaky laugh.

“Okay,” he muttered under his breath, her voice still jarring to his ears. “Let’s see what’s so special about these.”

He stepped back, kicking the fallen sweater aside, and sat on the edge of her bed.