The same can be said for me to you. I grinned and then hurled my body onto him. He lay back and moved his hands from the small of my back to my ass squeezing as I continued to move my lips with his, stretching my tongue into his mouth exploring it. My body grinded against Johns, my thighs straddling him as I could not contain myself from this overwhelming desire. Johnathon began to moan and my pleasure increased as I heard this knowing that I was pleasing him. I gasped for air, breaking our kiss to gaze down into his eyes. The light brown eyes sparkled and I slide down his body. I slid down to his pants and my hands went to unfasten them desperately. Then I felt his hands on mine stopping me. I looked down at him, confused. He shook his head. Johnathon then sat up and looked at me, leaning into me. Kissing me and slowly pushing me down so that I was now on my back, under him. How urgently my arms desired to touch him, how hot my body felt as I felt his crotch over mine and his eyes. He stopped, almost stumbling, then came back and gingerly opened the passenger door, holding it for her. Crissy thought the mixture of confusion, caution, and hope on his face was just about the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. She brushed past him, running her hand down his arm, and squeezed his hand as she slid into the seat. She made sure her long legs were stretched out, and held herself so her chest was subtly but prominently displayed. This was rewarded with a wondering glance as Zack took the sight in. Pride and satisfaction filled her, her smile widened. ‘Come on, loverboy. Don’t you want to see what this baby can do?’ she asked, leaving open exactly what she was referring to. Zack hurried around to the driver’s side and hopped in, sparing another disbelieving glance toward her. The inside of the truck was lavishly appointed, and the boom of the stereo made the seats vibrate a little, even though it was clearly nowhere near the highest volume. ‘Jesus,’ Zack breathed,.
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