French Kissing Passion
Lynn and I can’t keep our hands off each other. The moment I get her into my bedroom, we lock lips and begin to strip each other out of our clothes, down to our sheer lace lingerie. Soon, even our undergarments fall away. Lynn slides her wet tongue into my mouth, frantically probing the depths behind my pursed lips. I reciprocate in kind. My kiss descends down her neck until I reach her firm, full breasts and I begin to lick her delicious nipples. Oh my, what have I done? I’ve excited her so much that our makeout session has become full on foreplay …