I didn’t even say a word.
I just reached down and pulled her up onto the couch with me. She straddled me, grinding slowly and sexily against the bulge in my jeans while she yanked the hoodie over her head.
She was naked. Her boobs bounced free, and the scent of her body wash hit me.
I grabbed her boobs in both hands, sucked on one hard, and my teeth brushed her n*****s lightly while my hands pushed her thighs wider.
She moaned. It was low and throaty. She reached between us to unzip me, pulling my c**k out like she owned it.
“I’ve been thinking about this all through dinner,” she said, stroking me rough and fast. “Watching you try not to look at me while you sat next to her. You were so hard under the table, weren’t you?”
“Shut up and ride me,” I growled.
She didn’t need telling
