and lustful. My arms are trapped in his hands at my sides - I'm his willful prisoner. His arms move from my arms to my ass, pulling me and pushing my skirt up to wrap my legs around his waist. He grinds into me, and I begin to moan as his lips trace a path down my jaw line and neck to my collarbone. He groans in response, his hands finding their way up my button-down shirt. Ripping the fabric open, he attacks my cleavage with his mouth, sliding his tongue beneath the lace to