His Fingers In My Body.

His deep kisses made me feel so good that I lost track of what I was doing. I was not interested in who he was but, in what he does. He made me feel the way I have never been before. The pleasure of what I was doing made me cross my arms around his neck and pressed his head to kiss me even deeper. He did react to the new greenlight I gave him by moving his hands down to my buttocks; a place that no man has ever touched before. He grabbed and squeezed them. While he was doing that, I moved one of my hands away from his neck. This time, I placed one of my hands around his waist as if I was pushing him closer to me. He also moved one of his hands away from my buttocks, while the other hand stayed. Soon, the free hand grabbed my boobs even though they were being caged by my tight dress. He pressed them hard, while they were being restricted by my cloth. For me, it was another new development in our romantic experiment, no one has also touched that upper part of my body. The boyfriend I us