Moving Her Hand Monologue

His tongue slipped inside of her, giving her long dragging licks. Penetrating her with hot strokes. “Daryl,” she moaned, grabbing his head, pushing her hips up in to his face.

He grinned, settling himself between her legs. His arm slipped under her shoulders, allowing him to prop himself up, while the other brushed the hair away from her face. His eyes roamed over her, taking her in. Then, he looked her in the eyes as her hands roamed his back and ribs as he slowly slid inside her. They both moaned in pleasure. "Jesus, Michaela. You feel so fucking good." He took a moment to try to get some control. "Sweetheart, how long has it been since you've been with someone?"

He pulls her breast into his face, taking in a long whiff, kissing around her neck, softly.

I brought her hand up to my lips and gently kissed it and allowed my lips to travel up arm. She pulled away from me as I made it to her shoulder.

I smile at her, and cup her chin with my hand. Abigail stands on the tip of her feet, she's pretty short so I grab her by the waist and lift her up. She closes her eyes and presses her lips against mine. I hold her against me tightly as our tongues

He laughs lowly, pulling her to his chest and pressing a kiss onto her lips. There is another part. She makes him

As soon as he presses against her ass with his finger tips, she begins moving against him and moaning in his ear. He takes the lack of contact as an excuse to move his lips to her neck, sucking and nipping and kissing until his name is the only word she knows. She begins tugging at the hem of his t shirt, signaling that she needs him to take it off. As he takes off his shirt, she slides her leggings down her thighs and off of herself in a blink of an eye, leaving her half naked before

"That's more like it," he says before biting my neck. He strokes me slowly. I can feel myself getting hard. Why must my body betray me? I keep telling myself "No, you don't like this" but it does and I just let it. "My naughty boy" Just when I was about to come he stops. I let out a wanting moan. Wait, I like this? What the

“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He whispers as he cups my breast in his

She responds to him quickly, hands running through his shaggy black hair, mouth moving against his roughly and excitedly. The both of them inexperienced and eager.

She steps towards you and puts her hands on your shoulders to steady herself, but she can't seem to get her face in close because of your spines. Before you can even suggest something else, she takes a step to the side and kisses you on the mouth. Her lips are delicately soft, and the kiss is over before you can really enjoy it, but the taste of her candy-flavored lip gloss

I stop thrashing against him and start kissing him back. I can tell that he still has his guard up but he loosens his grip on my hands. After about a minute of us making out he starts kissing down my neck. So I take this opportunity to get my hands free. "Kaden can you please let my hands go. I need to be able to touch you" I say innocently and he immediately releases my hands and picks me up rapping my legs around his waste.

“You hated her. You went out of your way to make her life a misery.”

Before she hung up the phone last night she gave me her address and told me to text her when I was leaving Dinah’s house. I woke up the next morning with Ally’s head nuzzled into my neck with her arms and legs wrapped around me protectively, Dinah and Normani’s head on my back with their arms comfortably wrapped around my waist, and Pia’s head at my feet hugging my legs. I was wrapped in a human blanket of love, these girls have been with me through everything, they stuck by my side when no one else would, helped me up when I fell or when someone pushed me down, held my hand when I was scared, like now. I love these girls, I would die for them and they would die for me.

I'm sorry for not being your voice when you needed it to scream, I'm sorry for not stand up for your rights, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the abuses, I'm sorry for not being strong enough to stop the bullying. When you needed me the most I kept myself in silence, afraid of what it might happened to you and still couldn't be avoid it. We've been together since we were born, and we've had to learn to grow together, to learn together, to love each other despite the pain, the struggles, the obstacles, the grieve, the loneliness. I know my apology is way too late, but it is important to me to let you know how much you mean to me, I had to learn how to appreciated the woman you’re today. The woman you’re today is stronger, wiser, intelligent, sensitive, kind, tough and funny; basically, all the things you’ve always aspired to be, you’ve made it!. If I have to think in a