“I like you here,” I whisper, grabbing large handfuls of her ass. “Me too,” she says, and I start pulling at the bunched up sheet. I wrap my hand around the back of Chanel’s bare knees, my other hand on her hip, and pull her closer. With her little body curled up in my lap, l ghost my lips over hers, nudging her nose with mine. I dip the tip of my tongue into her mouth, and she drags in a breath before I lean again, molding my lips to hers. My hand keeps a slow circuit on her leg, starting behind her knee, up her smooth thigh, until I’m greeted by the firm flesh of her well shaped ass. “How do you do it?” Chanel asks when I release her mouth to kiss her ear. “Do what?” “Drive me so completely crazy,” she purrs, and I smile and kiss the little beauty mark below her left ear. So fucking sexy. “I like driving you crazy.” “I can tell,” she says, and I squeeze her ass. “Do you want me to stop?” “Please don’t,” she says, and I bite her neck. The more I touch her, the more she rolls her hips in appreciation. I’m trying to focus on kissing her, but I can’t escape the feeling of her ass pressing into my lap. Chanel’s legs part slightly, and I go for it. I move my hand over her hip, reach down between her thighs, and cup her barely covered pussy. “Ah!” Chanel gasps, and I can feel her nails on my skin. She’s so fucking warm around my fingers. “We can’t do this out here,” she whispers, and it only spurs me on more. In one fluid movement, her Erenköy escort bayan panties are off her ass and I throw them by the door. Doing this on the balcony could be hot. “What are you doing?” she smiles, looking over the railing. I don’t answer, lifting Chanel by her waist, and turning her to straddle my lap. “No one’s gonna see,” I say, adjusting the sheet over our bodies. Still smiling, she shakes her head at me before putting her mouth on mine. I greedily grab her tiny waist, her naked ass, her thighs, holding her at her back. “You’re ridiculous,” she mumbles, grinding her cunt against my hardening dick through my shorts. “You love it,” I say, encouraging her movements, and she puts her face in my neck, gliding her teeth over my skin. “Maybe,” she says, and I reach around her ass to touch her pussy. Chanel sighs, pressing her entire chest against mine, thrusting her hips to feel more. I play with her, exploring this delicious terrain I’ve come to know very well. I know exactly how far her budding clit is from her tight opening. I know that her inner lips are perfectly proportional, and exactly where to touch to make her squirm. Chanel takes my face in her hands and slips her tongue into my mouth, her hips humping me. I feel my way to her already swollen button again, and when I push on it, she leans her head back to moan. I look at her perfect braless tits, visible through her thin tank Escort içerenköy top, and use my other hand to free them. I tug the cotton up to her collar bones, and put a soft nipple in my mouth. Chanel inhales sharply, looking down at me, watching me lick her sensitive flesh. I release her clit, starting a deep sucking motion on her breast, and she grabs handfuls on my hair. Back and forth, I tease both her nipples, barely giving her pussy any attention, just to drive her crazy. It works too, and I feel triumphant when she asks for more. I put a fingertip against her opening and push, loving the way she holds onto me. I feel around inside her pink box, buried to the knuckle, and she reaches down between us to grab my dick bulging in my shorts. We play with each other, her hand on me, my hand in her, and she doesn’t stop kissing me. When I force a second finger into her, and she finally pulls away for air. I keep my free hand on her back, holding her to my chest so I can keep fingering her. Chanel grabs tightly to my hair, subtly humping my hand. Fuck, if she’s so eager, I don’t want to wait. I hold the apex of her thighs in the palm of my hand, and lift her a few inches. With my free hand, I reach into my shorts and free my hard dick. I have to lift her even further to line myself up, and she helps, putting her wet opening right on my tip. I hold her waist with both hands, and guide her lower. Both Tuzla escort of us immediately start breathing harder, feeling her fit around me like a glove one size too small. I’m not saying Chanel isn’t plenty wet, but without the assistance of extra lube, it takes a minute to fit me completely inside her. Breathing the same space of air, my hands on her back, we move slowly. When she can go no lower, completely impaled, I hold as still as I’m capable of. She feels so fucking good. I try to concentrate on her heavy breathing, and less on my need to thrust roughly into her. Chanel clings to my shoulders as I feel her start to move. Not up and down, but back and forth, and I can feel everything. Her luscious hips roll an agonizing rhythm, and my dick flexes after every circle, trying to feel more. We’re still hidden under the sheet, and I’m sure our movement would give us away if someone were standing in the right spot, looking for us. As long as she isn’t visible to anyone, I really couldn’t care. Chanel grips the chair behind my head, lifting herself, and I move my hands to her ass to help. “Oh fuck,” Chanel whispers as she rides me. When she adjusts her knees on the chair and pushes her hips forward, I groan and bury my face in her chest. This feels too fucking good. I’ve held off as long as I can when I wrap my arms completely around her rib cage, and start fucking her back. Chanel holds tightly to me, gasping as I push up into her. I love feeling the weight of her body, and hearing her feminine moaning in my ear. I love the way her insides grip me, the sensation unbearably tight when I’m all the way in. I always get so fucking absorbed in her, drawn in by everything about her. Which is why I’m upset when she pulls away from me.