132. Don't Touch It

Mauve reached up and wrapped her arms around Jael's neck. She squirmed as his hand trailed her body. He took his time, slowly edging her on while their lips remained locked. Mauve moaned into his lips and he smiled. She blushed, profusely.

He palmed her thigh and then drew small circles. The circles slowly grew in size and he moved his hands to her waist. He lifted her suddenly, and Mauve gasped.

"Spread your legs," he ordered and she obeyed. 

He locked eyes with her and held her over his closed legs as she straddled him. He held her steady as he carefully pushed her down against his manhood.

Mauve's loud sounds echoed in the room as Jael invaded her. She grabbed his arm at the pressure and simultaneous pleasure. He heard her steady, giving her time to adjust to him.

She opened her eyes to see his twinkling gaze. "That hurt a little," she mumbles.

"Was that all it did, hurt?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Yes," she said glaring at him.