Steamy Diaries
she said, her voice raspy.
She stood, pushing him down onto a nearby couch. She straddled him, her dress riding up to reveal the damp lace of her panties. She ground against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
"Tell me what you want," she demanded, her nails raking down his chest.
"I want to fuck you," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to feel your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock."
Trixie smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Then take it," she said, reaching down to push her panties aside.