Hot Time in a Cold Room part15
by Solo Teens Blog in his eye he seized the initiative, wrapping his arms around me and
standing swiftly. Before I could protest (not that I would have!), he had
plopped me unceremoniously on the cold formica counter top and was working
at the button of my jeans. I braced my upper body on my arms behind me
and admired the determined set of his jaw as he nearly ripped my jeans
in the act of getting them open and tugged them roughly off my hips until
I was sitting on the lab bench in nothing but my cotton panties.
I squeaked with surprise as he grasped my thighs and pulled my ass to the
edge of the counter, then spread my legs and stepped between them. I
watched him, mesmerized, as he grabbed a fistful of my panties and pulled
aside the narrow crotch until he could see my pussy, glistening, steaming,
and throbbing with anticipation and need. He looked at me hungrily, his
eyes holding within their expressive depths one final question, a plea
for permission which I couldn’t give more wholeheartedly. A small wimper
…End of the part15. To be continued..