BP008-Hot Lesbian Babes Passionately Kissing and Touching

He pauses, tilting his head down, eyebrow raised. Blacked I don’t care how cliche this is. I’m far from put off by this. I gasp audibly as he pulls me off of him, and pause, wiping a tear from my cheek, feeling stupid, timid and small, unsure what to do next. I recoil as he scoots in, giving me barely any room to kneel, and I reflexively put a hand on his knee, as if to remind him I’m here. I gasp audibly as he pulls me off of him, and pause, wiping a tear from my cheek, feeling stupid, timid and small, unsure what to do next. I posture up, my breasts on his knees, my hair falling into his lap as I tilt my head to swallow him. He knows what he looks like — how cool he is. The drawer closes, the tiny click sound it makes as he eases it shut feels dangerous. I recoil as he scoots in, giving me barely any room to kneel, and I reflexively put a hand on his knee, as if to remind him I’m here. His hand out. If I stand and he gives my clothes back, what then? I remain there, my lips at his hand, unzipping my skirt and sliding out of my undies. I kiss it. Ow. If I stand and he gives my clothes back, what then? If I do, and he refuses, what then? I open it for him, kissing his finger as well and move back to what I’m after.