Ruring went to Lucan and ran her tongue along his lips before sliding it inside his mouth, probing, searching.
As Ruring continued to kiss him, Lucan reached down and began unbuttoning his shorts, desperate to free his cock, His hands still fumbling with his shorts, cursing himself for not choosing the zippers.
Sensing his frustration, Ruring reached across and tugged at Lucan's shorts, pulling them down over his butt. Now standing in his underwear, Lucan felt Ruring's hand upon him, pushing at his bulge, as she began kissing Maris's neck and collarbone instead since lips were off limit. Maris had her head thrown back in a lazy contentment, loving how Ruring's hot breath felt upon her neck.
"Mmmm," Maris moaned, "That feels so good..."
