“I was thinking about you,” Fred moaned while mashing their lips together and exploring her tongue.
“Liar.” Her voice was more demure and coy than it usually was. Fred’s snorting laugh proved her right.
“All right, I was thinking about the girls in my wank magazine, but God, Angelina.” Fred grabbed her hand and guided it to his cock. “You’re so much hotter.”
His cock felt thick and hard and wet in her hand. It jerked when she touched it in different places like the head and once very hard when her fingers accidentally grazed his balls.
“Bloody hell,” Fred moaned louder than before as he undid the clasps of her robes.
It was the third button down when Angelina started to think things were getting overheated. All she originally wanted was one kiss, just wanted to feel Fred once while being able to see his body at the same time.
“Fred, I think we should stop,” She said, removing her hand from his cock and pushing his fingers away from her buttons. Fred grunted in protest grabbing her wrist and promptly put it back on his penis.
“No, Angelina… Please, please don’t quit now.” A fit of nervous laughter erupted from Angelina’s chest.