By the time she's kissing me, I'm groaning with need. She's gonna torture the shit out of me, isn't she? I'll enjoy it, but fuck if it isn't cruel. My fingers tighten around hers as I try to resist the urge to move them down her perfect body and flip her over so I can have my way with her. With her tits pressing against my chest I'm pretty sure I get even harder which has to be some kind of medical impossibility and I find myself thrusting up a little, trying to get more friction, more anything from her.