Ben's hands pulled Rosie's body closer to his, continuing to kiss Rosie's lips and pulling the zipper of the maroon pencil skirt slowly down Rosie's legs.

Ben twisted Rosie's body until it collided with the wooden door. Ben broke the kiss and moved slowly to Rosie's white neck. Rosie could only bite her lip as Ben's tongue now gently swept over the surface of her twin lumps of flesh. Even Ben's mouth expertly played on the top of Rosie's areola.

Rosie was almost speechless, apart from running her fingers through Ben's silky hair and puffing up her body to let Ben expose himself even more.

After being satisfied with what...