Jeremy Rashad

waist and you naturally step into me. We fit like hand and glove and ask the age old line "Your room or mine?" "I’m on the 45th floor" you say. "I’m on the 60th ." I respond. "Good, that’ll give us more time to get acquainted." You say as you press my floor. Turning back to me I can feel the raw heat coming off your body. My cock hardens just being near you. You look up to me and as our lips touch your fragrance envelopes me and I lose all track of time and space. Softly at first and then more fervently our lips touch, then press, then grind as your tongue darts out seeking my own. My hands, on the small of your back don’t stay there long. One travels up to press you firmer