Unbridled passion
Our love is as hot as our sex, it began very modestly and romantically, 2 weeks after the first date we touched each other's hands, a week later we kissed, and the next day we were already burning with passion! The bus, the park, the bench on the street… they all witnessed our desire. Our kisses were so hot that even the frost on the street did not stop the thirsty hands and lips. A couple more weeks passed, and I invited him to my place for tea, but my plans included not only dinner, I dreamed of a passionate night. About the one that is described in love stories, about wild and unbridled passion! Dinner went pretty well, after we went to my room. We settled down on the bed and our lips were already stretched to each other. He took a position on top, began kissing my lips and stroking my thighs under my skirt with his hands (that day I was 100% ready, I wanted to impress and I was wearing black lace underwear and stockings, I'm sure he appreciated it), his palms slid along my legs