Naked Scripts
His cock is already rock-hard under the towel, nudging between my thighs.
“Spread a little,” he whispers against my ear.
I part my legs just enough. He shifts the fabric, lines up, and I sink down slow (one thick inch at a time) until I’m fully seated, stuffed full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.
A guy on the lower bench glances up. “Brooke, you good up there? Heat hitting you already?”
I force a smile, rolling my shoulders like I’m stretching. “Just loosening up my hips. Long leg day yesterday.”