Chapter 3.
Jason collapsed back onto the couch, still inside me, his c**k softening only slightly, glistening with our mess. He smirked up at me, sweat dripping down his temples.
“Get on top of me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Ride this c**k. Show me how much you need it.”
My thighs were shaking, but the second I felt him still thick and hard inside me, my body moved on its own. I pushed myself up, straddling him, my soaked p***y sliding along his shaft. The wet drag made us both groan, my legs was shaking but I still straddled him.
“f**k, Jason,” I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. His c**k was slick with c*m and my juices, and it slid against me like hot steel.
He grabbed my hips, grinding me down on him. “Sit on it. Take me all the way. Bounce on my c**k like a filthy litt
