Nah

“It’ll still be there later,” you mutter under your breath, one hand sliding from her ass to cup her breast.

You still cannot get over how soft her skin feels, it was the envy of all your friends and the reason you found it impossible to stop at just a kiss. Your hand slips over her breast, squeezing the soft orb gently as you run your thumb over her quickly stiffening nipple.

Even this contact is enough to draw a breathy moan from her lips, the sound only making you want to touch her more. Your lips press to her, tasting the odd mint taste of the lip balm she uses as you french kiss.

Her own hands have hardly been idle, both of them squeezing your ass cheeks and pulling you closer to her. As you kiss you feel her fingers begin to trace the shaved outline of your sex, even this tiny contact send shivers down your spine. When she finally takes full advantage of your crotchless shorts to slide a finger along your already moist slit you feel a shiver shoot through your whole body.

Martha laughs at your reaction and you respond with a filthy half grin as you think to yourself that you are going to get much more than that out of her.

You look in to Martha’s eyes, already smoky with lust, you know for a fact that she has a small collection of toys in her room. The idea of using them on her has a lot of appeal.

Yet at the same time you feel a overwhelming to just take her right here and now, even the amount of time it would take to move feels like far too long.