Lena didn’t even knock this time. She used the spare key Ryan had given her and stepped inside his apartment after midnight. The place was dark except for one lamp in the living room. Ryan was waiting on the couch, shirtless, wearing only loose gray sweatpants. His c**k was already half-hard, tenting the fabric.
He looked up at her and smiled slow. “You came for the final lesson.”
Lena dropped her bag and pulled her dress over her head in one move. She stood there naked, n*****s hard, p***y already glistening. “Show me how to f**k all night. No stopping. Until I can’t take any more.”
Ryan stood up, pushed his sweatpants down, and let his thick c**k spring free. It was rock hard, veins standing out, the head shiny. He walked over, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her deep and filthy.
