I kissed her again, deeper this time, swallowing the next sound she made. My hand moved from her hair to her breast, squeezing the soft weight and brushing my thumb over the stiff nipple. She arched into the touch, thick thighs tightening around my waist. Every thrust made her body rock gently against the glass. The wet, rhythmic sound of me sliding in and out of her filled the small balcony, mixed with the quiet noises she kept making into my mouth.
We stayed like that for a long time. Fucking and kissing, slow then faster, then slow again. I would pull almost all the way out just to feel her soft walls cling to me, then push back in to the hilt and stay there, grinding while we kissed. Kayla's hands moved constantly: through my hair, over my shoulders, down my back, sometimes gripping my ass to pull me even deeper. Her pussy stayed incredibly wet, the slick heat making every movement smooth and filthy.
