I GRAB both of Iris' thighs and raise her in the air before strutting into my room. We're kissing like mad men, her hands pulling and thrashing all over my hair as she tries to make do with whatever my mouth can offer her.
I can taste the flavors in her mouth, the strawberry juice she was drinking a while ago, and the chocolate, which is a sweet-inducing sensation to her taste today. Flipping on the dim lights, I subconsciously adjust the brightness to thirty percent and gently lower Iris on the bed.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me into her until my dick rubs on her wet panties and I feel like ripping it with my hard-on.
"Hurry," she whines.
We hadn't planned on doing this early into the night, but fuck after everyone at the party kept pushing us to leave together before the event was over, we couldn't hold it in. Though they weren't really wrong about it.
