He stood at the edge of the stage, his arms crossed, his eyes dark with desire. And you are?” he asked, his hand reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She turned back to the crowd, her hands covering her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Fuck me.”
He slammed into her, his hips pounding against hers, his cock filling her completely. She drove to the bookstore, her hands slick with sweat on the steering wheel. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, sucking her juices off them, his eyes never leaving hers. She put the phone to her ear, her breath hitching as she listened to the ring, her body aching, her pussy dripping. She cried out, her nails digging into his back, her body arching off the stage to meet his thrusts. She could feel his hardness, hot and insistent, against her thigh. “You want this, don’t you, Kayla? She saw the bookstore, the live sex shows advertised in bold, neon letters. She slipped out of her conservative clothing, her body bare and vulnerable.
