erdas seem to think differently because, if I'm not mistaken, the only feeling on your faces was contentment. Who in their right mind would allow their daughter to go out with Lucius Martins? Just so

elicate touch, so simple that I would never imagine myself doing it. She returns the caress, probes my lips in a chaste way. I want more. I need more. I hint my tongue. Melissa facilitates your passage. Our tongues meet, tangle. They seem to recognize each other. They seem to have found each other again. Because the tune is immediate, perfect. She seems to revel in my taste, her sighs betray her contentment. I realize that the kiss feels fucking good and that I wasn't ready to feel all of that. I need to go further. I suck her tongue with voluptuousness. I place my body even more on hers. My body encourages me to seek greater contact and I don't hesitate. I place her pelvis on mine. I press subtly to make her feel my desire. She moves our mouths away, I'm afraid I've scared her. I blame myself for being so hasty, for not being able to hold the bar. But Melissa surprises me. I found out that she is very good at it. She advances on my mouth, as if to prove that we are on the same page. Slowly I realize that she makes a movement looking for friction. I give her what she wants. I indecently move my pelvis against her. My cock pulses at the contact. The kiss becomes urgent and my hands go up towards Melissa's breasts. I controlled myself too much. Until now I have been a gentleman that I never imagined I would be. The sigh of delight is heard as my hands cup her breasts. I have doubts whether it came from me or Melissa, and that's not important. What matters is her delicious kiss, the grinding of our sexes and her heavy breasts with their nipples standing out in my hands. There's so much information, so much excitement, that my dick drools on my underwear. Holy shit, the girl is so hot! She sighs loudly, and it drives me crazy. She is too responsive to our contact and it drives me insane. - Lucius... She says my name. The hoarse voice. She seems to need more. I certainly need a lot more. I decide to risk everything. Throw caution to the wind. - Let's go to my house, Melissa. I really want to be alone with you! I say. I eagerly await her response. She looks at me and seems surrendered. She seems very close to accepting my proposal. I don't remember ever wanting it so much. Of having been so messed up just by making out with a girl.