His cold firm hands ran their way up my spine as I straddle him. He darted his hands toward my neck. Only to miss and squeeze my breasts. I looked at him coyly and smirked. I could see the panic in his eyes as he felt warm squishy breasts in his hands rather than the firmness of my neck I grabbed his right hand. lifting it ever so softly from my breast, raising it slowly to my neck, I felt him squeezes hands tight on my chest and neck intense pleasure flooded my body filling, avoid that had never been touched before in that moment, all I wanted was him.
