My cheeks tingled hot when she dropped her bag and brought her hand to my face, stroking the corner of my jaw with her impossibly soft thumb. However I placed my hand over hers; almost instinctively, our fingers interlocked and our lips drew close like magnets dragging us together. I lost myself in the swirl of the strange, new, familiar softness of her. She smelled like someone I once knew. After that our hands made quick work of each other’s terrain. I was slender where she was curved. She was light where I was tense. I was firm where she was soft. Her fingers unraveled my nerves as they trailed down my back, releasing the frenzied butterflies from the hidden cage door I didn’t know existed. I ran my fingers up into the thick curls of her hair and pulled her gently by the base of her skull further into my kiss. In return, she clutched at my hips to weave me deeper into her world. Our fingers interlocked and your fingers can interlock with KIMBERLY, DANIELLA or DEENA.
Meanwhile he steps forward with both hands outstretched. Therefore I hold my breath as he reaches in over the top of my bra. His touch is cool, and I let my head fall back as he tugs harder. I sway on my heels as he keeps working. However he manages to fold the top half of each cup into itself to arrange it like a balcony. For example if he would slide those artist’s fingers up between my thighs, oh, the heat and sodden need he’d find there. One touch. That’s all it would take. One tiny circle of a finger tip and I would be spiraling into that heady place of oblivion but he doesn’t. He leaves me standing. Every hair is raised and reaching out. Every inch of my flesh is crying out, but I’m silent. His gaze is intense, as he directs me to move to the side of the post. His touch is cool, and I let my head fall back as he tugs harder. You can tug a little harder with ORA or KIMBERLY.