Ira was stunning: red skin glowing under the room's soft light, deep red hair cascading like blood over the pillows, her curvy, athletic frame arching subtly toward him. Those massive, soft boobs strained against her top, begging to be freed. He leaned in without a word, capturing her mouth again—this time more intense, more demanding.
Their lips crashed together harder, tongues immediately seeking each other out in a wet, hungry tangle. Ira lunged up to meet him, her hands fisting in his shirt as she pressed her body flush against his, moaning softly into the kiss.
The jolt hit her again—ZZZZAP!—a sharp spike of pleasure racing from her mouth down her spine, making her toes curl and her thighs clench instinctively.
"Mmmph~!"
Slrrrp~ Slrrrp~
