Mark could feel her soft weight, the brush of her wet crotch dripping onto the base of his cock and his balls.
Then Mary leaned over him, her hair falling to one side of her face, and looked down at him from above.
"How about we go for the main course, honey?"
She didn't even wait for Mark to answer. She quickly closed the distance between them and joined her lips with his once more.
But this time the kiss was different.
The desire was still there, impossible to ignore, yet there was something more. It wasn't the urgency or the lustful intensity of the previous kiss, but a much deeper warmth.
As if, for a few moments, Mary had set aside all her jokes and provocations, allowing her true feelings to filter through.
It was strange.
And, at the same time, that kiss felt far more intimate than any other Mary had ever shared with him.
