I stare at her intently as she cries softly, letting her tears fall onto my face and mix with my own. She doesn’t say a word as she presses her lips into mine, continuing our slow, passionate kiss.

            We continue kissing like this for what seems like hours, neither one of us wanting to end something so perfect. Finally, Spencer pulls away, only to whisper in my ear. “I love you, Ashley Davies,” she speaks sincerely before kissing down my jaw line, and then continuing on to my neck. As I enjoy this moment, barely stifling the moans from my mouth, I slip my hands up the back of Spencer’s shirt, feeling her warm, soft skin. I raise her shirt and she stops her assault on my neck for a second to allow me to lift it over her head. I wasted no time in expertly removing her bra to expose her beautiful breasts.

            Spencer suddenly becomes aware that my shirt is still on so she snakes her body down my own, reaching the bottom of my shirt. She continues to lift the shirt up my body as she kisses her way up my stomach. I lift my body, allowing her to slip my shirt and bra off all in one motion. Before doing anything, she sits up, straddling me, and stares into my eyes. I stare back intensely before leaning forward to kiss her perfect breasts. Her sitting up position give me perfect access to them, as I suck on her right nipple and gently massage her left. She arches her back in pleasure and lets a moan escape her lips before she stops and pushes me back down onto the bed strongly.

            “I want to show you how much I love you,” she says in a husky voice that makes me even wetter than I already am. And with that, it’s her turn to show attention to my breasts as she sucks on my left nipple hungrily and expertly massages my right breast. I can barely contain myself as I run my fingers through her beautiful blond hair and gasp for air. I breathe out, “Oh God, Spencer,” which turns her on more as she sucks even harder on my nipple.