DAVID

“David, no… we shouldn’t,” she protested weakly, shaking her head, but her body was arching into me, her tits brushing my chest as she rubbed herself on my thigh like she couldn’t help it.

I groaned low in my throat, my dick straining against my zipper. “You say that, but your pussy’s telling a different story, Mira. Grinding on me like a needy little slut.” I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. “You’ve been ignoring me, but I know you think about it too. I know you want my dick in your mouth, and in your tight cunt. Admit it.”

She whimpered, her resistance crumbling as I slipped...