"Ahhhnn…" a soft moan escaped Khalifa's lips as my hand squeezed one of her breasts, struggling to contain even a bit of the large mass.
They were huge, yet they were firm and full, soft enough for my hands to sink into that warm skin of hers
"Gen.. gentle.. you pervert.."
"Heh! I'm your shameless pervert, this is what I ought to do."
"Ba.. bast.. ahnnn…" she couldn't get the words out as I cupped another feel of that beautiful mass.
"You're… lucky my arms aren't free.."
"Oh? What would you have done otherwise.."
"Teach you a lesson.."
"Ohh? I'd very much like to see you try, my lovely exhibitionist."
Our lips met again.
This time rougher.
More intense.
Hungrier.
My hands slid down, slowly, reaching the hem of her gown.
"Haa… wait.. D.. that's… ahhhnnnnnggg." She couldn't finish her words.
My fingers sliding cleanly through her gown, shifting aside the flimsy fabric preventing me from her forbidden cave.
