

With my hands I feel for the belt on your trousers ππ and try in vain to unfasten it. My hands are shaking with nerves and irresistible desire. You notice my excitement. Your strong and hot hands cover mine. Together we unfasten this unfortunate belt. π₯°For a second, our views intersect and desire covers with a new, even greater force. You are already without trousers and a T-shirt. In the twilight, your skin seems even more delicate and velvety. I run my hand over the abdominal muscles and go down, relieving you of the last thing. π₯π¦π¦ππ