It started with a simple knock.
She opened the door in just a tiny top and barely-there shorts — no bra, no panties, just bare skin under fabric that clung to every curve.
I knew I shouldn’t stare…
But she noticed. And she didn’t stop me.
“Come in,” she whispered, biting her lip, voice trembling with something between nerves and raw need.
I sat down, but she didn’t. She climbed into my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her scent, her heat, the way her thighs trembled as she straddled me — everything screamed forbidden.
I kissed her. Slowly at first. Then deeper. Hungrier.
Her legs opened like she’d been waiting for this moment forever. I slipped my fingers into her soaked pussy, and she gasped like no one had ever touched her right before.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please don’t leave me like this.”
I didn’t.
I made her cum with my fingers, then slid deep inside her while she begged for more — her nails digging into my back, he
