Heat exploded through her lower body, sliding from her p***y to soak her panties as she pressed her thighs together. f**k, she was a slut. Hot and wet from just looking at him. She needed help. Professional help. Months of it. Years probably.
He slammed his hands down on the table in front of her, seamlessly switching his “character” as the music changed back to the beat that reminded her of s*x. Rhythmic beat, hard on the bass. Dum-dum-dum-dum. His fingers steepled as he braced over the low table, his gaze locked on hers as he thrust his hips, air-f*****g the table right in front of her.
All she could think about was being on that table, legs spread as he took her in feral need. Hot and hard, thick c**k powering in and out of her as he took what he wanted. Pin her up, tie her down, she
