Lena’s POV
He pulls me to the edge of the hood by my hips. My sundress is bunched at my waist. My panties are pulled to the side.
Fresh black paint has transferred onto the backs of my thighs and my ass in glossy patches. I don't care because he's pulling himself out of his jeans, and the sight of his c**k steals every thought from my head.
He's thick. Visibly thick, with a vein running the length of the shaft, and the head flushed and swollen. Cole is average, and I've told myself that average is fine, average is enough. Looking at Vincent's c**k, I understand I've been lying to myself.
"Last chance to go inside and wait for Cole like a good girl," he says, lining himself up, the head pressing hot against my entrance.
"f**k me," I say, and pull him forward by his belt loops.
He pus
