| TRISHA |

“I need to go home, Blake. I really do,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s already getting late.”

Blake’s hands were still on my hips, his cock already starting to get hard again against my pussy. "Just one more

round, Trisha. I promise. Your pussy is just so, so good."

I stared at him, my mind a mess.

I knew I shouldn’t give in.

I should’ve walked away, but my body screamed for more.

Blake saw the hesitation in my eyes.

"Please," he whispered, his voice raspy.

And like the fool I was, I whispered back, "Okay."

Blake smiled and leaned in, kissing me slowly this time....