Jennifer's eyes were wide, pupils blown wide with lust and shock, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she grabbed my wrist, her fingers trembling as she yanked me toward the open front door of the villa. "Come inside," she whispered, voice shaky and urgent. "Now. Don't make me wait."
I let her pull me inside, the heavy front door clicking shut behind us with a final, heavy thud.
The moment we were in the quiet, dimly lit living room, Jennifer pushed me backward until my legs hit the large velvet sofa, then climbed straight onto my lap without a word. Her thighs straddled my hips, her short skirt riding up, and she hugged me tight — arms locked around my neck, face buried in my chest like she was trying to crawl inside me.
I felt her heart hammering against mine, her breath hot and shaky against my neck. Her hips rolled once, slow and deliberate, grinding down on the hard line of my cock still trapped in my pants.
