And before آپ could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.
آپ gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes آپ up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. آپ needed him bad. آپ reached down and undid the بیلٹ, پٹی of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your شرٹ, قمیض and throws it across the store room. آپ pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.
All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.
He looks up at آپ and grins as he slide them off.
And lets that tongue do the work.
