Carlos
Once I pull myself together, I focus my attention on Kyla, “Take your panties off and come here.” I demand.
She smirks and slips her hands under her dress, “Yes, Sir.” She purrs, pulling her panties off and drops them on the floor.
I motion her onto my lap, and she comes to me, climbing into my lap. I hike her dress up by her hips, exposing her p***y to me. I capture her lips in mine and slip my hand between her thighs, brushing my thumb over her c**t and down her wet folds. Her head falls back, and she moans softly. I remove my fingers only a moment later.
“Carlos, don’t tease.” She complains, rocking her hips against me, her p***y brushing over my c**k.
I grasp her hips tightly to stop her from moving, which she does not seem happy about.
“Do you need my c**k that badly
