Later that afternoon, Sophia stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair, wearing nothing but Liam’s oversized t-shirt. The hem barely covered her ass. Every time she moved, Liam got a clear view of her bare p***y from where he lay on the bed.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” he said, voice low.
Sophia glanced at him through the mirror and smiled innocently. “Maybe. Is it working?”
Liam’s c**k twitched under the sheet. “Too well.”
She turned around and crawled onto the bed, straddling his waist. The shirt rode up, exposing her smooth, pink p***y lips. She was already glistening.
“I can’t stop thinking about how you felt inside me this morning,” she whispered, grinding slowly against his growing erection. “Your c*m is still leaking out of me. Every time I move, I feel it drip down my
