My body writhed underneath him with pleasure as I grinded my hips against the hardness in his pants. I was so turned on from how he stimulated my n*****s that my p***y is already drenched with my honey. I want to feel him inside of me soon, but knowing Zak, he’s going to take his time and make me beg for it.
He got off me to sit on the sofa at my foot. He yanked my short black skirt up roughly so it pooled around my waist exposing my lace-clad p***y to him. I arched my hips up inviting him to play around with my lower body. His hands jerked my wide apart roughly before his fingers felt my opening through the lace of my panties. I could feel the sensation of the lace rubbing against my clit and my opening.
“No. Please, Zak, you have to stop. Annie is right there. We’re going to be seen,”
