THE NEXT MORNING

The car was finally fixed.

We packed our bags quietly, both of us still buzzing from the night before. Every time Bianca bent over to pick something up, my eyes lingered on her fat ass and heavy tits. She caught me staring once and gave me a knowing, seductive smile that made my cock twitch.

The drive to the resort was supposed to take six hours.

It took nearly nine.

Because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

At the First Stop – One Hour In

We’d only been driving for an hour when Bianca’s hand slid onto my thigh.

She squeezed gently, then moved higher,...