Honey
“I'm–oh, f**k," Enzo moaned in my ear. “Damn it, beautiful. I'm supposed to be training you." His hands gripped my bare waist, lifting me up and down over his c**k. I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like coffee from breakfast.
We didn't even make it to my bed. I was supposed to change, but when he walked in, only in a pair of sweatpants, I could see the outline of his c**k. Half-hard. And I suddenly felt the urge to have him right then and there. So I slammed the door and knocked him down onto my rug.
He could complain all he wanted, but he was more than eager to pull his c**k out of his sweatpants, roll a condom on, and then show me how to grind on him. I rocked back and forth, feeling the crown grind perfectly against a bundle of nerves behind my clit.
