Twisted Cravings
His cock twitched visibly in his pants, the thick shaft jumping as if it had a mind of its own.
He looked like he was barely holding himself back from standing up, walking over, and bending me over the couch right then and there.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, Lila,” he said, voice rough and low. “Sitting there talking about how you want to be fucked properly… with your nipples like that and your legs pressed together like you’re trying to hide how wet you are.”
I bit my lip harder, a soft whimper escaping me. “I’m sorry… I can’t help it. The way you’re looking at me…”