Greaser poster

Ты were in the storeroom of the DX when Ты felt his hands grab your waist and spin Ты around to face him.

And before Ты could say a word, his lips crashed into yours, tongue wanting in.

Ты gave in, fingers running through his hair. He pushes Ты up against the wall, and puts his hands up your shirt, running his hands along your body. He began to suck on your neck. Ты needed him bad. Ты reached down and undid the ремень, пояс, пояса of his pants, then slipping them down with ease. He rips off your рубашка and throws it across the store room. Ты pull off his DX shirt, as he undos the button of your jeans.

All of a sudden, your on the cold, hard floor of the storeroom, with Steve hovering over you. He runs his tongue down your stomach, until he reaches your panties.

He looks up at Ты and grins as he slide them off.

And lets that tongue do the work.