Fighting Urges
I wanted any excuse for her to touch me.
Her reflection in the night light made her look so sexy and mysterious as she slowly approached me in the garden. Her warm body tensing up against mine as her hands remained in her pockets. Her thighs touching mine. Her eyes were gazing at me in the crisp night as they navigated their way down my lips, my breast and down my skirt. She gave me her smirk just before she makes her masculine yet so feminine move. She aggressively yet so seductively grabs me by the waist, and stuck her tongue down my throat. Her lips were sucking on my bottom lip as her hands went up my shirt trying to undo my bra. Her hips grinding into mine as she spun me round and whacked me hard against the backyard fence. My hands were instantly wrapped around her neck. She wasn't going anywhere. Oh baby please don't stop! I wanted her hands all over me. I wanted her to grab my breast in one hand, and my ass cheek in the other. I wanted her to lift up my thigh and grind up on my wetness. I wanted her to make me moan. I wanted to orgasm. Dominate my tiny body. Tie me up! Eat me!