DAVID
“David, no… we shouldn’t,” she protested weakly, shaking her head, but her body was arching into me, her t**s brushing my chest as she rubbed herself on my thigh like she couldn’t help it.
I groaned low in my throat, my d**k straining against my zipper. “You say that, but your p***y’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 d**k in your mouth, and in your tight cunt. Admit it.”
She whimpered, her resistance crumbling as I slipped a hand under her shirt and cupped one of her t**s. It was just the perfect f*****g size, soft and heavy.
Her n****e was already pebbled, hard and begging for attention. I rolled it between my fingers,
