Moan For Me Moana
“Or did your little boyfriend hear how flustered you got?”
Heat exploded across my cheeks. I yanked the sheet higher, as if that could hide the way my nipples had tightened under the thin cotton of my oversized tee.
“Fucking wear something, dickhead,” I hissed. “You don’t see me distracting you like you’re doing me right now.”
Dylan’s smirk deepened. “I wouldn’t mind, Queens. Your peaches are tempting.”
He finally turned, sauntering toward the dresser. I tried hard not to watch the flex of his back muscles, the way the towel shifted with every step. He dropped the towel without ceremony. Naked. Completely, shamelessly naked. His perfect ass cheeks to my view.
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