Carlos
Once I pull myself together, I focus my attention on Kyla, “Take your panties off and come here.” I demand.
She smirks and slips her hands under her dress, “Yes, Sir.” She purrs, pulling her panties off and drops them on the floor.
I motion her onto my lap, and she comes to me, climbing into my lap. I hike her dress up by her hips, exposing her p***y to me. I capture her lips in mine and slip my hand between her thighs, brushing my thumb over her clit and down her wet folds. Her head falls back, and she moans softly. I remove my fingers only a moment later.
“Carlos, don’t tease.” She complains, rocking her hips against me, her p***y brushing over my c**k.
I grasp her hips tightly to stop her from moving, which she does not seem happy about.
“Do you need my c**k that badly
