I pulled her sweet mouth onto mine and sucked on her lower lip before moving on top. Meanwhile, my hands were doing their job, unzipping her short black dress made of flimsy material, leaving nothing much to the imagination.
The kiss turned feral. She moaned extremely and snaked her hands around my neck to kiss me back, fiercely.
Dresses pooled around her heels, providing my hands direct access to her cold skin. Same temperature as mine. My lips moved from her jaw to her collarbone, nibbling and licking my way whilst her hands fastened to unbuckle my pants.
Her red eyes meet mine shortly before she squats down to take my crotch in her delicate hands and started massaging it from head to toe, in a slow and steady rhythm. All the while, her red eyes were locked with my cold ones.
She took me all the way in her sweet mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I groaned. She was good, as always. Today it was I who needed to work on it.
