I love you wearing leather, she whispered.
Willis dipped his shoulder to push her reluctant fingers up inside herself, one and then two, following them with two of his own. Her cunt was wet and slick. She bent slightly at the waist, twisting her elbow out enough for leverage, probing her own body. Her other hand, captive under his, squeezed the long sausage of c**k in his pants. For a long time, there was no other movement, no sound save the ragged panting in her throat.
Dont move.
He pushed the pants down off her hips, working them over the lean, trembling thighs. When they were out of the way, she worked her bare backside against him in a slow, strippers grind. Willis had to hold her off him to unzip his jeans.
Now, take my c**k out.
Oh, my God, she whimpered, but her hand
