FINN.
Once she took off her jacket, my eyes raked down her body, taking in the shape of her full breasts.
F*ck.
She had no bra on. That was why I felt her softness against me when she purposefully brushed my shoulder.
Her n*****s puckered and I could see the outline of its roundness. She had a nasty smile on and when she bit her lower lip, I felt the walls I had built around me to resist her break into pieces.
There was something about her biting her lower lip that drove me crazy. I used to find it cringy when other women did it to look elaborately sexy, but she is natural. It came to her.
"Don't you stand up from there," She commanded in a soft voice, but it was laced with a firm resolve.
I sat back, still, and watched her.
Her hand traveled up her belly and stopped on her breasts
