Silly Yae*
Beginning from Yae’s silky smooth thighs, my hand traveled upwards to slowly lift her one-piece dress just until her white string panties would appear before my eyes.
Following that, I ran my hand on her shoulders, pulling off the string which held her dress to the side. At the same time as I was doing that, Yae hands were cupping both of my cheeks as if she didn’t want my lips to break off and wander down to her neck.
As soon as my hand reached her navel and slid down from it, Yae’s feet enclosed to my waist pulling my lower body near her, enough for the bulge on my pants to press onto her sacred place that was still covered by that pair of erotic panties.
Due to that, my hand had nowhere to go but upwards. In place of that, I began to move my hips, rubbing our private parts together while we’re still locked in an intimate kiss.
“Now, this reminds me of that time in the love hotel where you didn’t want to let go of my hand.” I bit her lips softly to stop her for a bit.