Yes, yes, fuck yes!
She loves me.
Leilani loves me too. It's not just her words that confirmed it, her body is in the mix-up. It's telling me the words right now as we are kissing, impatient wife she is.
She fists her hands into my hair when I do the same to hers, pulling me deeper into our kiss as my free hand works on her chef's jacket. I don't even need to rip the thing, the buttons a a little loose—easy to remove.
Both of us have been moaning into the kiss since we started, a harmonious sound to my ears. It's worse today, even the way it affects me. Every time Leilani moans, my cock twitches in response, already yearning to be inside her slick folds.
It hasn't even been three minutes since we started kissing, damnit.
"Desmond. Put it in already," Lei whimpers on my lips, already working on my shirt.
