DANCE BULLY

Chapter 3: I Let Her Take Me to Her Place and We Stop Pretending

The headlights pass without stopping. Thank God.

Riley doesn’t wait. She yanks my shorts back up, fingers still glistening with my cum, and pulls me toward the passenger door.

“Get in. We’re going to my place. Now.”

The drive is short but endless. Neither of us speaks. The air in the car is thick with the scent of my arousal. Every time she shifts gears, her fingers flex, reminding me exactly where they were just minutes ago. My pussy is still pulsing, aching for more.

Riley lives in a small but nice apartment complex...