That weekend, Jenny decided she wanted more than a quick office f**k. She texted Charles Friday evening: “Your place. All night. Just sex.”
Charles replied almost immediately: “Door’s unlocked. Come ready.”
Jenny showed up at his apartment around eight, wearing a short yellow sundress with nothing underneath. No bra, no panties — just her bare skin and a pair of sandals she kicked off at the door. The second she stepped inside, Charles was on her. He wore only gray sweatpants, his chest bare, muscles tight from the gym.
He pulled her close and kissed her deep, tongues sliding hot and wet. His hands roamed under her dress, squeezing her ass and finding her already soaked p***y. “Good girl,” he muttered against her lips. “No panties like I wanted.”
They didn’t even make it to the bedroom
