"No. No more kneeling. Not for either of us." She worked at his belt buckle, craving the touch of his flesh. When it wouldn't give way immediately, she plunged her hand into his pants. Hot skin greeted her, then the rough tickle of hair. Below that, the soft lump of his p***s, already responding to her touch.
"Lift me up," she said in his ear. "I want to ride you like a cowboy."
"You got it." He put his hands under her ass and slid her up along his body until she could wrap her legs around his waist. She ground her s*x against the growing bulge of his erection. For her return to the compound, she'd worn a very simple cotton sweater and a long jersey skirt in navy blue, with a pair of high boots underneath. It was the plainest, most utilitarian outfit she could come up with.
Tobias pushe
