Becky's Seduction

He squeezes, then pulls, then twists, then does it all again, harder. Maybe he's finding out what I like. Little does he know there's not much he can do that I won't love.

I put both my hands over his and squeeze - hard - forcing his fingers into my flesh, showing him I won't break, but I don't mind if he tries. He looks up at me with a smile, and suddenly leans forward, kissing me hard, tongue ramming into my mouth.

It's as though the dam holding back the passion has broken, and he grinds his chest against my breasts and throws one leg between mine....