Hassan
As my mouth drove down on Amelie's, I felt her shudder underneath the pressure of my lips against hers. She seemed lost, beguiled by my expertise. She was comparing us, it was obvious from the look in her eyes. And although it bothered me a little, I did my best not to let it ruin the moment.
"Oh..." She moaned, her body arched seductively while her slender arms wrapped themselves fiercely around my neck. My hands moved over her buttocks before I pulled her closer against my body. I could feel the soft weight of her breasts pushed against me, her tongue ravaging the insides of my mouth while I pressed my hand luxuriantly against her buttocks.
"Has—san." She stammered with her lips torn away from mine. It was the way she moaned my name that made me lose myself. My whole body ached for her, the unbearable ache at my groin demanded satisfaction, one that only Amelie could offer.
