The bed felt soft and warm beneath us, sheets still damp and rumpled from everything we'd done. Lara lay half on top of me again, her naked body pressed close—breasts squished against my chest, one leg hooked over my thigh, stockings wrinkled but still clinging to her legs. Her garter straps had slipped down a little, loose around her hips. My arms were around her back, hands resting on the curve of her ass, fingers lazily kneading the soft flesh.
She lifted her head just enough to look at me, eyes dark and playful, lips curved in that teasing, sultry smile she'd been wearing all night.
"I fucked his colleague the entire night on our bed," she said, voice low and thick with heat.
I let out a slow breath, feeling my dick twitch against her stomach.
"You are wilder than I thought," I said, voice rough as she shifted her hips, rubbing her wet pussy slowly up and down along my length—teasing, never quite letting me slip inside.
