I moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed — one sliding under my tank top to cup my bare breast, thumb flicking my hard nipple, the other gripping my ass and pulling me harder against the thick, rigid length of his cock straining through his sweatpants.

He was huge. I could feel every inch of him — thick, hot, pulsing against my stomach.

“Fuck, Lila,” he groaned against my lips, grinding his hips forward so his cock rubbed right against my clit through the thin fabric. “You’re soaked. I can feel how wet your little pussy is through these tiny shorts.”

He rocked against me harder, the friction perfect...