Kyle growled deep in his throat as he felt her soft, warm hands holding his erection and stroking it. She twirled her palm on the tip, letting it soak in the pre-cum that was leaking in abundance.
Kyle looked up at Sayuri, then grabbed the back of her thighs.
As if she had read his mind, Sayuri let go of his throbbing c*ck and wrapped her hands around his neck. In one synchronised movement, Kyle lifted her while she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His hard c*ck rubbed against her core as she pressed herself onto him, and he could feel how wet she was through the dampness of her pants.
They started kissing then, as he impatiently headed inside her apartment.
Not bothering to close the sliding doors of the balcony, Kyle went straight to the sofa and lay Sayuri down after breaking away from the kiss.
