Wetting my lips, I tell myself to woman up because I want this. Biting my lip, I place my hand back into his pants. I gasp because he feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He’s soft and smooth, as well as being hard and firm all at the same time.
Quinn’s eyes never leave my face as I explore him more confidently, enjoying the hot silk feel of him gliding under my fingertips. I lower my eyes, witnessing my hand moving gently within his jeans and seeing his coarse dark hair peeking out from his open zipper. That, combined with his hardened V muscle, which tenses as I stroke him a little firmer, leaves me wet.
“You’re soft,” I whisper, meeting his eyes.
Quinn smirks, tugging on his lip ring, his eyes drooping to half mast as I rub over the slit of his d**k.
“Red,” he gasps, trying
