Passionate Hands

Take me into your hand and feel me grow. My lips tease your neck up and down as your strokes follow my rhythm. You hear my low groans as I feel your breathing increase against my chest. Your hips begin to roll and mine follow, as your grip tightens and your strokes grow longer. My hand snakes between your thighs as you press back into me, as the other grabs your wrist firmly assisting your stokes. Our moans match our grinding as we both become undone.