His tongue is thrusted so far down my mouth, I feel the vibrations of his grunts against the side of my throat every time I grind upward against him. I’m moaning with every rock, sucking his tongue, swallowing his saliva, tugging his hair. Dry humping shouldn’t be this hot, but it is. I’m squirming, loving how hard he is, reveling at how the denim of his jeans and the lace of my thong dig into my pussy and rub against me.
