Releasing his shirt, I slid my arms around his slim waist, slipping down beneath the edge of his tunic and back up to splay my hands against his lower back. His groan was feral, and I was actually frightened for a fraction of a second as my primitive brain responded to the much larger predator it suddenly realised was about to devour me. And I felt devoured; his mouth on mine was savage and demanding, his teeth nipping at my lips, his tongue dueling with mine. A shot of adrenaline coursed through me like fire, and a submissive moan was all I managed in response.His knee pressed between my legs, and mine separated to allow access. The sounds I could hear were exhilarating and confusing; I was so wrapped up in him I didn't even recognise my own voice. A moan as his thigh pressed against my sex; a sigh as his lips left mine; a gasp as he instead tilted my head and latched onto my neck; a growl as I felt his hardness on my hip. I needed him more than I needed air, and I started. I should be much better at it this time around.”“I thought you were pretty good the first time.”She blushed and kissed him again. And hopped down and grabbed the phone.“I will call Kristin and Missy over.” Mike reached out and hung up the phone.“No I want you all to my self. Plus I need to tutor you a little so you get better, and I can keep coming over here and it not look funny.”“I am fine in math.”“Then why are your grades going down.”“How else was I going to get you as a tutor?”“Damn you girls are devious.”“I going to go change and take a shower.” Kristin began to turn around but mike stopped her.“No I like you like this.”“But I am all sweaty and smelly.”Mike pulled her to him and breathed heavily. As he breathed in she could fell his cock growing.“Or maybe I can stay and get a little sweatier.”Mike was already hard at work sucking on her neck. She caressed his back as they slowly made their way to the back of the house. They backed into the bed and Kristin fell on to it. Mike.
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