Right Up Katrinas Butt

Katrina and Michael stood on a balcony overlooking the city lit up in the night sky. Michael leaned in close to Katrina's ear, his breath tickling her neck. His hand found its way to her lower back, pulling her ever so slightly closer. He whispered,"Let's go somewhere more private." Without any protest, Katrina followed Michael to his hotel room. Inside, they locked eyes as he slowly undid the buttons of her blouse. She bit her lip nervously, her heart racing. He leaned in to nibble on her earlobe, causing her to shiver. His hand brushed against her bare stomach, teasingly skimming upwards towards her chest. Without warning, he pulled her blouse off, revealing her black lace bra. Katrina gasped as he planted soft kisses down her neck, beneath her earlobes, and along her collarbone, causing shivers to run down her spine.