Taboo Runs Wild
The kind of body that made your knees weak before he even touched you.
And God… the way he looked—my whole body knew where this was going.
Had he been under the water when I undressed?
Had he seen me naked, slipping into my swimsuit, my skin bare and wanting?
My pussy twitched at the thought.
No—my clit twitched.
The swim shorts he wore weren’t hiding a thing.
That big, heavy length strained against the thin, soaked fabric, the outline shameless—thick and long, the head of it swelling, the curve obscene, the ridge around the crown pronounced like a dirty promise.