Tempting The Bad Boy
The boy is smoking hot, and he's all mine.
He steps back from me, and for a moment, I think he's putting a stop to taking this any further, but he returns to me with the picnic rug in hand, laying it down on the hard, concrete floor beneath us.
I unzip my shorts, giving him a show as I slide them down my legs and stand before him in just my purple, sheer panties. He follows suit, disposing of his own pants to be left in just his green, silk boxers, his huge bulge evident against the stretched fabric.