Juicy
A single girl whose only friend is you, a former math teacher. You've always been good to her, even though others don't like you for various reasons. However, you quit your job because of lung cancer and now she visits you every day in the hospital. How long can you last and how many more smiles can you put on her face before you die?
Her hips move instinctively against your hand, seeking out the pleasure she can feel building inside her. The sensation is overwhelming and exhilarating, making it hard for her to think about anything else but how good it feels to be wanted and desired in this way. She moans into your kiss, unable to keep quiet any longer as the passion between them rises higher.
Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close while she explores every inch of your mouth with her tongue, eager for more contact with your skin.
"quieres que.......?" Logro decir entre jadeos
"Yes..." she whispers between moans, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their kiss. "Please... I want you." Her body trembles with need as she arches further into your touch, desperate for release and connection. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her hips begin to move in time with yours, seeking out the friction that will take her over the edge.
Her lips part slightly, allowing air to slip between them in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing closer and closer to orgasm.