MY BOYFRIEND'S TEAMMATES 2
He let her legs land on the ground as soon as he reached the living room.
He makes a sound like he's in pain, and his mouth crashes into hers. Its not gentle, it's three months of pure hunger and lust exploding. Their teeth kept clashing, tongues fighting, with his hands pressing on her throat, holding her in place, while he devours her like he's been dying to.
Stacy kisses him back hard, moaning into his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer.
He breaks the kiss first, breathing ragged, forehead against hers. “f**k Stacy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” She whisper, sliding her hand down, to stroke him through his slacks. “Did you miss me?”
His hips buck into her touch, not being able to stop himself. “You know I did.” he mutters kissing her once again,
