VANESSA SUMMERS

His lips crushed down on mine in a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced. He was the only thing I knew, and the only thing I could feel.

Every part of me burned with a need. A need only his touch could fill. His hands tightened around my hips as our kiss changed pace. It wasn't passionate for long. It was soon filled with a savage lust.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted his hands to help my breasts granting them their freedom and as a reward for this gesture, he could squeeze my breasts until they hurt.

I craved for his touch on my breasts. It would...