Sara arched her back pressing into him and moaning as she felt his hands on her breasts kneeding them and squeezing her nipples sending shivers up her spine as she craved for more. Her hands clawed down his back expressing her need for him, as her hips ground against his crotch hating the material of his pants and her underwear that was separating the parts of them that probably ached the most for satisfaction. Her lips broke from his own to taste and explore the flesh of his neck and shoulder, loving the salty taste that came from the sweat that glistened on his body. Something about the masculinity of it adding to her desire and fueling her lust as she moaned against his skin as she clung to him as if hoping to somehow burn away the remainer of their clothing from the heat of their bodies.