Close your eyes and imagine an older, experienced gentleman’s strong, knowing hands touching you while we make out. Imagine feeling his forearm moving warmly against your belly as his hand slips under your waistband and his fingertips draw slippery circles over your tenderest places. Imagine his lips against yours, taking in his scent each time you inhale, his free arm around you pulling you close. Remember how it feels when his fingertips have found exactly the right spot… that feeling where it’s so perfect you want to groan out loud but he’s kissing so perfectly you’d want to cry if you weren’t about to come in mid kiss…
I can’t say making you moan and struggle to keep kissing me back is why I’ll finger you while we make out, guppy. But when you do it’s just perfect!
