Krista Summer

It All Started With You Krista Summer

Without any word, she hurried to meet his embrace, losing herself in deep passion. Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed her lips fervently, evidently expressing how much he greatly missed her. His big muscular hands moved down to her shoulders and then caressed the curves of her body. She felt his tongue pushing into her mouth. She let him in, responding eagerly with her own tongue and lips. Their passionate kiss went on as his hands went under the short skirt of her dress. She wasn't wearing any underwear, after all, which seemed to arouse him even more. His fingers slithered across her wetness, playfully stroking and fondling as she moaned over and over again. A soft growl escaped his lips when she aggressively shoved her hand into his khakis and began circling her fingers around the tip of his hardness. Slowly she closed her hand over him and stroked him sensually. They kept kissing and touching each other until they could no longer take it. He then lifted her up like a feather toward the closed door of his wooden home. With her back pressed against the door, he entered her and they both seemed to explode with lust and satisfaction. As he drove deeper into her, the door creaked beneath their weight. They were both oblivious to it, their desire growing every second.