Skai Jackson Sexy Novels & Stories

Monica moves her hand up two inches. “Here?” Once more, she moves her hand higher. “Here?” Jeanette grins and then growls, making a paw with her hand, “Rawr. Sex.” “Sex-y,” Monica corrected, though she’s not wrong. A skirt this short would be good for sex, with barely a lift for access. Her thoughts trail back to Jackson at the club, his lips pressed to her. She bet that she could have sat on his lap in a skirt like she was thinking, slipped right onto his