Hot Time in a Cold Room part12
by Solo Teens Blog began roaming my body with new purpose. I strained against him, every part
of my body bent on encouraging his efforts. One hand continued to knead
the rigid bulge of his cock, while the other slipped under the elastic of
his thick fleece sweatshirt and contacted warm skin. He shivered in a
delicious wave, even as I felt both his hands slide up my back underneath
my flannel parka. His hands were chill, yet set my skin on fire, and the
goosebumps which erected themselves all over my body only served to
sensitize me even further to the powerful eroticism of the man and his
electrifying touch.
Paul’s hands burned a path from my back to my front, and I gasped
feverishly as he pushed my bra negligently out of the way and took both my
breasts in a firm, authoritative grip. I moaned as he pinched the turgid
nipples, and I began to work at the zipper of his jeans with considerable
zeal.
…End of the part12. To be continued..