BarkerI said goddamn is this girl kinky. Ainsley’s hair shines under the light of the bathroom vanity as she leans back on the porcelain sink. I push myself into her as she grabs and tugs at my jacket, forcing it off and onto the ground with her blouse that I’ve already ripped off. Her lace bralette was no match for me either as I tore it off of her shoulders and down the length of those tan, smooth arms.
I go to kneel down. With her in this skirt, all I can think about is tasting that warm p***y of hers as she holds onto the faucets for support. But she catches me, pulling me up by the armpits. Putting my arms around her neck, she pulls me towards her.
“Not this time, Barker,” she says with a sly grin. “You had all the fun last time.”
She winks before I feel her hands move towards my h
