For Tim

[outta_texas]

Tyra moans, pressing tight against Tim, letting her body take over. Her arm stays around his neck and her other hand presses between damp cotton and skin, her whole palmed pressed against his ass, as she arches into him.

Fuck, she wanted him.

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[texas_forever]

The touch of her hand pulls a quiet moan from Tim and he turns suddenly, dragging her with him and pushing her up against the nearest wall. The hut shudders a little at the sudden force, but, thankfully, doesn't fall down around them. Effectively pinning her between his body and the wall, he deepens the kiss, one hand sliding down the curve of her waist, a finger hooking in the front of her bikini bottoms, trying to drag them lower.

[outta_texas]

Now this...this reminds Tyra of the first ever time, pressed up against the wall at a party with her legs up around Tim's waist.

Something in her trembles, and she almost tells him to slow down, and then she closes her eyes and forces herself to calm down.

She squirms her hips between Tim and the wall, pressing her tongue against his, kneading the muscle of his ass with the heel of her hand.

[texas_forever]

It doesn't take Tim long to get hard and he is already as he rocks his hips forward, grinding against her, the friction of his underwear sweet against his skin.

Her hand is a nice help, too.

With a groan, he breaks the kiss, ducking into her neck and biting down as his other hand cups the side of her face. "Fuck," he breathes, unable to hold it back.

[outta_texas]

Tyra turns her head and sucks on the heel of Tim's hand, her breath coming hard and fast as Tim bt at her neck, as his dick pressed against her.

"Uh huh," she murmurs, swallowing hard.