Not my style

Mackenzie was standing in nothing but a flimsy black lace bra and matching black panties. And her high heels. She swayed slightly, making her hair flirt around her back.

“It’s so hot..” She muttered to herself, reaching to her back and struggling to reach the pins of her bra.

Now that the danger was gone, she was lost under the influence of the tequila shots she had been chugging down all night.

Chase could not control the sudden lust that erupted in a scorching inferno inside him the moment he stepped in to see her like this. His entire body had gone tense, and his eyes hooded with desire.

Fuck, he thought, as blood pooled straight down in his shaft.

But then she was drunk. She had no idea what she was doing. He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her onto the bed, tearing that flimsy lace off her soft and curvy hips and plowing his cock into her so hard, her screams would bring the entire club house down.

Those X-rated thoughts of his, while she was drunk were too depraved.

“What a