Kissing was a natural act for me. But when it actually came down to it, I might have sucked at it.
Raea certainly didn't complain and just stroked me while I played with her chest, our mouths totally connected.
She slid her hands in my underwear, and I slid mine in her brassier.
Hers were modest, bigger than Marg's but actually the perfect size for my hands. I could grab them, like really grab them.
Soft.
She let out soft moans every now and then. She wasn't as sensitive as I thought, but it didn't stop.
We kissed, we stroked and two minutes later, my underwear was soiled.
Pant!
Our breaths were heavy. We were ready to roll.
Raea undressed herself. I guess she got disappointed that I didn't do that. We were both sweaty but she was sweatier. Her body was also slightly shaking.
Nervous?
Her?
But wasn't she the one who wanted to do this?
"What's wrong? You, okay?"
