Naaz Smith
Stories (1/0)
Naughty Tales
He grabs both of my wrists with his left hand and puts them both above my head. My breathing is labored as he pins me against the wall. He slowly starts to kiss on my neck while he's using his right hand to play with my soft and supple breast. He squeezes and molds each globe in his hand one at a time pinching and tracing each nipple until they are rock hard standing at attention. I let out soft sweet moans and whimpers of pleasure. He lips leave my neck only to find themselves pressed up against my own. He slides his right hand down to panties where he begins to rub teasingly slow the thin piece of fabric is getting wetter and wetter with my juices. My soft sweet moans becoming loud pleas for him to take the panties off and touch me more. He lets go of my wrists and stops rubbing on my pussy. He looks me deep in my eyes like he's trying to find something in them. I guess he found what he was looking for because next thing I know is I'm being picked up and carried up a flight of stairs, down a dark hall to a pair of large double doors. He placed me down on soft plush carpet outside and reached in his pockets for a small golden key. He clasped his fist around the small key and turned to press his back against the doors and looked at me with a very intense look. It was a bit intimidating being under his gaze.
By Naaz Smith5 years ago in Filthy