Jen Acosta

falling rain and music. You silently come up behind me and caress my throat as you bring your body close against me. I lean my head back against you as your fingers run down my throat and over my shoulder. I shiver slightly as you continue down my arm. You reach my wrist and bring your arm around my waist to pull me against you, your arousal prodding against my butt. You pull me closer and trail kisses across my shoulder. Your hands slip up under my shirt to cup my breasts, teasing my nipples through the lace cups of my bra. I moan and sag against you as your thumbs drag across my nipples, causing delicious friction between my skin and the lace. I arch my back, pushing my butt against your cock, feeling its heat through our jeans. I