My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
My body spasmed around him and walls fluttered as my orgasm ripped through me.
He groaned above me, low and rough, before spilling hot inside me.
I was drained, breathless, but the throbbing between my legs wouldn’t quit. I rubbed against him, needy, until his palm met my breast in a firm slap.
“Let me rest, nymph.”
Later, on my way home, I was buried in my Kindle, reading an erotica collection filled with the kind of smut that would definitely inspire our next genital meet and greet, when I noticed the same car that had subtly followed me on my way earlier overtaking my ride.