My hands caress your buttocks and back almost on their own volition as I focus on your attentions, moaning slightly as a shiver runs up my spine with your soft and brief kisses. The hand on your back moves up and then down again, leaving that delicate spot briefly before returning to it, seeking the pleasure that it draws from you.<br/><br/>My eyes close to kiss you back with equal passion, obscuring the view of your enthralling lust filled eyes. The idea of my ripped shirt fades quickly form my mind, moving to the 'proper inauguration' we are giving to the room. I notice how you seem to become slightly more dominant, lust ridden perhaps, but still taking control. It is not an undesired behaviour at the moment, as long as you remember which is your place when the situation calls for it.