Marie
We stumbled into the hotel room, our hands ripping at each other’s clothes, our bodies grazing, seeking, searching until Jonah pushed me against the wall of the darkened room, assertively thrusting a thick thigh between my legs.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, startled at the intimacy. A big hand cupped my breast, his fingers warm and reassuring, lightly twisting my n****e through the thin fabric, squeezing, pinching, making me squirm with pleasure.
Of course, I’ve been manhandled by boys before, but it was always so lame in the past. They were amateurs, dudes who fumbled in the dark, who couldn’t even find my breast sometimes despite the fact that I have double D jugs.
But Jonah was totally different. He was a master at this and had no problem assessing my body, his feeling for a woman’s c
