Thomas moaned loudly as he felt Miranda fingers wrapped around his hard cock. He loved the feel of her hand moving on him. Love the passion that they were sharing. He had dreamed and wanted this for such a long time. Wanted her.<br/><br/>Thomas never wanted this to end. Wanted to keep feeling her lips on his,on his neck, her hands on his body . To keep hearing her moans and gasps of pleasures. And then all came to an end she cried out Brettly name. It was as if someone dump ice water on him. A splash of reality and realism  hit him. Sobering him more than what he was. You think that hearing his friend name would make him stop what he was doing. It should. But instead it made him angry. How could she think that it was Bretlly giving her this pleasure? Fisting his hand in her blonde yanking her head back. Forcing her to look in to his eyes.<br/><br/>“It’s Thomas, Miranda.  Me. I’m the one that making you feel what you’re feeling. My mouth on your neck and breast. My fingers that are in your wet pussy. And  My dick that will buried in you as I fuck you up against this wall” With that he crushed his lips against her lips. It was a demanding and punishing kiss. He thrusting two fingers into and ground his palm onto her clit and mound. Ignoring any protest that may put up against him.