~Nia
Charles let out a low, shaky groan as he guided my head down onto his lap. His hand felt heavy and warm as he brushed my hair away from my face.
"Nia, you're my daughter's friend," he whispered, though his voice was thick and lacked any real conviction. "This is so inappropriate. I should be taking you home."
I could feel him squirming beneath me, his massive c**k twitching against my cheek through his slacks. He was fighting it, but he was losing. I looked up at him through my glasses, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. I was so horny I could feel the dampness between my own thighs soaking into the car seat.
"But you're so lonely, Charles," I murmured, my breath hot against his zipper. "And I'm a very fast learner."
That was the breaking point. He yanked his zipper down. His
