You're Gonna Get Burned!

"Tell me, baby, do you wanna get burned?" His voice was low and husky, merely ringing in my ears, but I couldn't focus on that because his hands were gently slipping under my skirt, making me jolt a little at the burning touch.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked with a clenched jaw like he forced himself to speak. My head swirled with several thoughts, I didn't know how long I gawked at him like an idiot.

"Hmm.. not motivated yet" he mused, retreating his hand and I quickly grabbed it, my chest rising and falling with every breath I took, why does it feel like I was holding steel?

"I'm gonna want you to be honest with me baby girl… because" he pressed his body against mine like a sandwich but still used his hand to create some space but I felt it as my eyes almost widened out of my socket. My cheeks burned as he rubbed against me with his hard-on and I moaned.