Chapter 97 The Concert Was 2

• His hands were kneading my ass, clutching at me, deranged with need.
• He shifted me higher, effortlessly, so that his face was level with my breasts, and buried himself in the open neck of my blouse, licking my cleavage, kissing my skin, then switching to my neck, biting me, kissing me with abandon, then back to my mouth, savage and primal and sex personified.
• I felt one of his hands start to pull up my skirt –