Pleasure Me, Torture Me

Simon took in her lips, kissing her roughly and yet with so much passion, Imogen could feel it and wanted more.

She engulfed her hands around his neck, deepening the kiss. Simon's hand snaked down to her back as he cupped her a$$.

Imogen almost jumped up, as a moan escaped her mouth, making her part her lips and Simon used his tongue to invade her mouth.

Their tongues entangled with each other, fighting for dominion. Simon groaned, claiming every part of her mouth, every corner.

Imogen moaned, letting him take the lead. When the kiss was growing more intense, Simon stopped and scrutinized her.

"This dress is better than our first night," he said, penetrating her whole body.

He move his hand to her visible hard n*pples, Imogen shivered at his touch.

"And you are more sensitive than our first night?" He teased while Imogen blushed at his words.

"You deserve a reward, for your good choice of dress"

"Reward, what...." Imogen was cut short, Simon placed a kiss on her hard n*pples and bit i