He didn't waste time. His hands slid down to grip her waist, pulling her onto his lap so she straddled him. The heat of her bare p*ssy pressed against the hard ridge of his c*ck through his jeans, and he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts through the flimsy lace of her bra.
Lila gasped as his thumbs found her n*pples, rolling them between his fingers through the fabric. She rocked her hips against him, her wetness soaking through his jeans, making them both groan.
Ryker's hands slid down to grip the waistband of her panties, his fingers hooking into the lace as he pulled them down her legs. Lila lifted her hips to help him, her breath coming fast as the cool night air hit her exposed skin.
He didn't give her time to overthink it. His hands slid back up to grip her thighs,
