She continued to trail her hands down, running them over her taunt stomach, feeling the tone lines of her abs and the taper of her waist as it went in, then flared out over her hips. Sweat poured down their bodies as they seemed to become one in their moment of pure pleasure, time standing still. The breeze blowing over her hot nipples and breasts and body as a whole, combined with her growing out of her clothes sent waves of pleasure through her body, and she acted instinctively, reaching down between her legs and rubbing a taunt nipple to bring her to an almost explosive climax. He moaned, feeling very hot. ‘Uh…no.’ He spit out, feeling his heart start to race. Misty’s body felt hot. Her tank top slowly started to mold itself to her body, pulling further and further away from her stomach. She let herself get pulled, and took his mouth roughly. He moaned, feeling very hot.
