Her finger, light as a whisper, pressed gently against my lips, halting everything. My heart skipped, suddenly thrown into confusion. Was that it? Had I crossed the line?
I froze, my breath caught in my throat.
"So Nala's really okay with this?" she whispered. "I don't wanna be a homewrecker. Again."
I kissed her fingertip, then her lips.
It was deep, wet, hungry. I grabbed her hips, lifted her onto my lap in one motion. She gasped into my mouth when my cock pressed hard against her through our clothes.
I unzipped fast, shoved my pants down just enough, and let my cock slap against the seam of her tight pants, leaving a fat streak of precum on the black fabric.
"Fuck, Evan…" she breathed, grinding down.
I squeezed that glorious ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, pulled her tighter. She moaned loud and shameless.
