“Did you think something was going to happen tonight when you picked these out, sweetheart?”
“I was hoping,” she moans, writhing under my touch, needing more friction.
Glad we’re on the same page with that because I’ve been hoping, praying, dreaming of this.
Lifting her hips, I peel off the flimsy plum fabric, dropping it to the ground. A breath hitches in my throat when her soft brown p***y comes into clearer view, already glistening with her arousal.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
My fingers skim against her c**t, circling, and the sight of Stevie’s almost bare body with her curly hair sprawled on my kitchen island causes my c**k to grow painfully hard.
“Keep your hips off the edge.” I get on my knees, draping her legs over my shoulders. “Good girl, just like that.”
Placing soft lin
