Body Language - Tempted To Touch

Mimi bumps into Bruce and everything starts clicking. She drags him into the kitchen and presses the mistletoe right under her ear. He’s already pawing at her tits, squeezing her ass, trying to steer toward the usual quick win, but she swats his hands aside with the little sprig. “Try here instead,” she grins, already popping buttons. She keeps moving the mistletoe like a naughty tour guide: the hollow under her jaw, the soft underside of each tit, the spot just above her hip where it makes her twitch, the tender skin inside her thigh. Every time his mouth follows, she sinks lower, finally bare-ass on the kitchen table, legs open. Bruce gets down, tongue flicking tight circles around her clit while two fingers slide deep, twisting just right. Mimi’s grinning, sighing, thighs quaking as she pulls him up by the hair and he slams into her. They fuck hard on the table, clumsy, loud, chasing the kind of finish that leaves both of them gasping and laughing.