DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
The devil was winning.
She shifted, and the friction of her ass against the worn wood sent a wicked spark through her belly, sharp and punishing. Her pussy was jumping... a frantic, wet flutter that made her want to moan out loud.
There was a war raging inside her. A small, terrified part of her prayed the man on the other side of the screen wouldn't recognize her voice, but the larger, sinful part of her... the part that had been dreaming of him for thirteen months, desperately wanted him to know exactly who was sitting in the dark, soaking through her clothes for him.