A tribute to an ex.
Our First date
While we are sitting in the cinema, watching some boring movie, I stretch my arms up in the air and slowly put my arm around you. You smile while turning your head toward me. I move my head closer to kiss you. Your lips feel so soft. I feel my heart pumping and feel its effects in my crotch.
I stop kissing you for a second, just to move my body so I can use my arms more freely. While my head moves back closer to kiss you, my hand moves over your breast, squeezing them softly. I can hear you start moaning. I push my hand underneath your clothes and feel your nipple becoming harder while squeezing them harder. I open my eyes only to see the girl next to you starring at us. She starts concentrating more on your hot body than the movie.
I move my hand away from your breast, over your stomach. I stop when I reach your skirt; I feel the heat coming up from your pussy. You whisper in my ear how wet you are as you take my hand and push it up, under your skirt. I feel no underwear when my hands press against your wet and hot pussy. I start running my fingers up and down your pussy, you put your hand on my crotch and you feel how hard I have become. You unzip my pants and pull my cock out. The feeling of your hands around my cock sends me into a wild frenzy.
The girl beside you gets so horny and is filled with so much lust that she begins playing with her clit, even though she tries to hide it beneath her clothes. Her motions and sounds is a dead give away.
I push your head downwards and as if you can read my mind you head down and start sucking my cock with such force that I let out a moan of enjoyment which the entire theater could hear.