They continued to kiss, their tongue waging war in their mouths, as she ground into him, and he played with her t**s. When Tristan's right hand left her breast, slid down her stomach and found her c**t, she whimpered and broke the kiss.
"Oh, honey!" she called out. "You're heading for an A+ aren't you?"
"Bad line," he whispered, then fastened his lips to her neck.
His fingers worked her c**t as hard as they had the first time, his fingers giving her n****e the same treatment, pinching it roughly. Pushing against the desk, Miranda was able to work her hips up and down enough to resume f*****g him, and he moaned into her neck when she contracted her p***y around him several times in succession.
Her legs tightened and the movement of her hips grew jerky as she could already feel the rumbl
