Samantha hugged the man's neck, sinking her fingers in his black hair. His tanned skin was burning under her touch, and she melted in his embrace like a cube of ice under the sun.
They kissed and tugged their clothes, secretly displeased by that thick barrier between their bodies. The man dragged Samantha closer before pushing her against the wall.
She growled in a complaint about the harsh treatment, but she didn't push him away. Even if his hands were rudely exploring as if he had that right, she didn't drive him away. On the contrary: she wanted even more.
The thought of his rude hands grabbing her, making her do what his dirty mind was picturing... Oh, she liked that thought so much. She could feel in his gestures the need, the intentions. Even if she didn't know him, she understood his lustful needs. Because they were the same as hers.
