Part your thighs for me, Leilani (I)

Leilani

His hard knees pressed under my breasts as he spread me out over his thighs. He had sunk into one of the couches in here and pulled me to bend over his parted, strong thighs, my breasts spilling over a thigh and my hips propped up on the other thigh, my ass in the air.

“Adonis-”

“Quiet.” He cut my shaky words off with one deep, dark, and firm command. My face was rosy pink with guilty desire. I wanted him to fucking pleasure me so much, make me cum so hard. But I was also terribly nervous about getting naughty with him in here, I felt so exposed and anyone could walk in any minute.

The door was not locked.

“Let’s make you cry out a little, yeah?” I heard his wicked sexual voice say. “Not too loud, though. You don’t want anyone besides me to see you like this, right?”

His heated hands brushed my long hair away from my back, stroking my skin beneath the thin fabric of my crop top. My hair poured down in cascades down the sides of my head towards the