Quentin was delighted that Bri's breathing quickened and that she is responding to his kiss. The feeling of her lips moving against his is divine.
His free hand moved around Bri's waist and he applied slight pressure, pulling her on him while his tongue made its way inside her mouth, exploring it systematically, like he is searching for something.
Bri spread her knees how much the seat allowed, and her body lowered just enough for her to feel the bulge on his crotch area with her core. She is not sure if his kiss became deeper because of that, but she knew that she is much more sensitive than he is. Quentin is wearing jeans pants, while her knee-length dress moved higher around her so the only padding between her and his jeans is provided by the fine fabric of her panties… which is not much.
Quentin was lost in the kiss. If there is a scale of one to ten for assessing the pleasure a kiss can bring, Bri is a strong eleven. Absolutely off the charts!
