My hand stroking him while we kiss on his lap

I climbed onto his lap the second we locked the bedroom door, still tasting the wine from downstairs. My small tits brushed his chest as I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and started stroking him slow and needy while our mouths crashed together in wet, hungry kisses. My hair ornament bobbed with every eager tug. I could feel how hard he was pulsing in my palm, and I whimpered into his mouth, desperate for him to fill me right there before anyone noticed we disappeared.