Without breaking our kiss my hands lower to my shirt and begin pulling it up over the muscles of my stomach and chest, but I only can raise it up to my shoulders. Anything more will require pushing you off of me and breaking our kiss. I can only hope you will take over from here.
Both of throwing our shirts recklessly behind us. Yours goes farther and knocks a flower pot near the railing. We'll have to pick it up and sweep the balcony afterwards, but there are far more important matters in front of me to worry too much on housekeeping. Namely the two beautiful breasts hanging before me being fondled by my hands.
Who cares about the plant we are bordered by an entire jungle and right now passion is the only focus right now. This moment between us so long over due.
Tries to laugh only to be sealed into another intense passionate kiss. Again gripping the back of your neck and cradling your cheek. Breast pressing firmly against your hands.
At least to lose the bra will not make us lose this kidssat all. Feeling you mo've the bra strap and purring into the kiss as my hands move to trace over your chest and arms.
The other strap soon joins it as our lips lock and tongues tango dela de enfuego. That leaves only the bra's clasp in back, but I am frustrated by its unwillingness to release the treasures it contains.
I've noticed for some reason that bra clasps refuse to yield to impatient male fingers.
Pressing against you more hands move to trace around the waist of your pants purring into the kiss with nips and the primal wrestling dance of our tongues. Fingernails softly tracing over your back and sides. Tracing up and down your abs