KALLE
Kalle sucked in a breath and pulled him close, leaning back as he pressed in on her, his hands sliding under her sweater. She arched her back, expecting him to remove it, but instead, his hands went to her hips, then down, his fingers on both sides sliding under the waistband of her leggings, pushing them down until his hands cupped her ass.
He pulled slightly away then, a gleam in his eye as he locked on hers.
Kalle bit her lip and leaned back, lifting her butt off the table while he took her weight, and slid her leggings off until they were clear of the table, and his hands cupped the backs of her thighs.
She let herself sit again, sucking in at the cold surface of the table under her bare buttocks, but Gahrye was looking down at her, his breath picking up, as he slowly, slowly, dragged his hands down the backs of her legs, her leggings bunching up and sliding off in front of his grip.
