Heavy, violent sheets of water slammed against the windshield as Marcus tore through the darkened streets. His jaw was locked tight, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles stretched white. He hadn’t planned on offering Sienna a ride. But when he’d seen the little c**k-tease standing under the building's awning, soaked to the bone with no car in sight, something twisted in his chest—and his c**k thickened instantly in his slacks.
Sienna sat in the passenger seat, absolutely drenched. Her white blouse had turned completely transparent, plastered like a second skin to her heavy, full t**s. Her dark, thick n*****s were rock hard and clearly visible through the wet fabric, jutting out and begging to be bitten. Dirty rainwater ran down her slender neck, cascading between her dee
