C7 7

Trinity

My back bumped into the wall and now I was pressed between two very hard things. One cold, one hot. Scorching hot. His hands moved from my butt and over me, my thighs, my waist, my breasts.

“I can’t wait, mate,” he murmured as his hands molded, weighed and played with my breasts through my t-shirt.

I moaned and arched my back. His hands felt so good. Big. Hot. Gentle