Caleb pulls out, spins me around, and lifts me clean onto the counter in one motion.
My back hits the mirror, legs spread wide, dress bunched around my waist like a belt.
He steps between my thighs, eyes black with hunger.
“Ride me,” he orders, sitting on the closed toilet lid and dragging me onto his lap.
I sink down slow, inch by thick inch, both of us groaning at the angle.
His hands grip my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me as I start rolling my hips, grinding, taking him deep.
“Look at you,” he rasps, mouth on my neck, biting. “Dirty f*****g divorcee bouncing on my d**k while the whole neighborhood’s downstairs eating potato salad.”
I ride him faster, t**s in his face, moaning into his hair.
He sucks a n****e hard, teeth scraping, then slaps my ass again. “Faster, Tessa. Show me how
