Hot Summer Job/Let Carrie ravage you in the kitchen
You're over the shock but you'd still rather let Carrie lead. She knows what she wants and you're more than happy to let her take it.
Carrie presses herself against your chest, still craning her neck upwards to kiss you. She pins you against the counter, her hands roaming your body. You rest your hands gently on either side of her well toned waist. Just feeling her bare skin is exciting, but Carrie's voraciousness is so hot.
Slowly you drift one hand down onto her hip. Your other hand moves upwards, your palm rubbing up her bare side until you hit her tube top. Your soft caress of her figure only drives Carrie wilder. Her fingers are suddenly in your hair, the tip of each one pressing its way across your scalp. Suddenly her hand clenches, clutching the hair at the back of your head to pull you down and kiss you even harder. And you're definitely harder. A fact she discovers when her other hand begins massaging you through your jeans.
Curiously Carrie freezes. She drops back onto her heels and studies your blissful expression.
"Riley... how old are you?"
You stand stupefied. Is she going to stop just because you're underage? You open your mouth to respond but she stops you.
"Don't. Don't answer that..."
When her tongue pushes past your lips its as if nothing happened. It seems her conscience almost stopped her, but you're glad lust took over again.
Carrie's fingers are tracing the outline of your cock as she gropes you. With her amazing grip of your meat through your jeans it's only fair that you reciprocate. Dipping down to the front of Carrie's shorts, you
WIP