Evian grabbed handfuls of the flesh of Yvette's and he used them as grips to pull her harder against his body and intensify the pressure of their kiss.
Yvette's eyes were closed, her hands wrapped around Evian's midsection as she was quickly getting swept up by pleasure. Not once did she allow herself to be bothered by the immorality of her act? In fact, that just added a spice to it.
She shook visibly and raised one of her legs to wrap around Evian's while her tongue lost the battle of dominance against his.
As excited as Yvette was, Evian was even more so.
There was a kind of thrill about having another man's woman in his arms. And that thrill only got better by how putty she was with him.
When Evian took his lips off Yvette, he kissed her neck, suckled on her skin, took in her sweet smell with the perfect mix of maternal maturity, and then his lips went lower. Down Yvette's neck and to the two soft massive peaks on her chest.
