The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Mia had spent hours getting everything ready, heart racing with nervous excitement. Her tiny black shorts barely covering anything, and the thin white tank top she wore was so sheer that the soft outline of her n*****s showed clearly through the fabric already peppled from anticipation.
Jordan had noticed the moment he walked in. That knowing little smile told her he understood exactly why she’d invited him over for “Netflix and chill.”
Halfway through the movie, the ache between her thighs became unbearable.
Mia turned to him, cupped his face with trembling hands, and kissed him deeply, pouring all her frustration into it. Her hands slipping under his shirt, roaming over the warm surface of his chest. She was already soaked, her
