Zoology3

It was a moment of pure bliss. Brionny's soft lips crashed against his again and again, her hands pushing restlessly at the hem of his white undershirt. Perhaps it was the tequila they'd downed at the bar, but at that moment he thought he would never love anyone else like he loved this girl. And she, in turn, proved her utmost loyalty in slow gyrations underneath his hips. It was all Eric could do to control the bulge in his pants as their passions crescendoed to a private motel-room Nirvana. All at once, he tore free and pulled himself off her. Brionny made a noise of complaint, reluctant to lose her grip on his shirt. "Just a minute," he