Deep couch sitting

I grabbed her arm and pulled her close. Her lips met mine, gentle pecks that progress into sloppy kisses and sucking tongues. We held one another tight, big spoon, little spoon and fat cat draped across our hips. It was to be a “Netflix and chill” kind of night, yet the new series about some monarchy and the 20th century was rather drab. As she knows, I am prone to distraction easily and my mind sometimes plays tricks on me. My hands explored every inch of her body. Soft and rough terrain, moist wetlands and soon to be cock deep in a muddy sink hole. She loved the way I touched her, so sensual, yet so firm.