Rebecca’s p***y had always been a greedy, dripping little w***e. Even now, as Aiden’s car purred through the dark city streets toward the secret club, her cunt clenched rhythmically around nothing, soaking through the tiny black thong she’d chosen specifically because it would fail to contain her.
She was dressed like the filthy c**k-hungry slut she was: a skin-tight red micro-dress that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass, no bra, n*****s stiff and poking obscenely against the thin fabric. Her makeup was w***e-chic—smoky eyes and c**k-sucking red lips. The dress rode up every time she shifted, flashing the swollen, puffy lips of her shaved p***y.
“You sure about this, baby?” Aiden asked, voice low and thick with arousal. His c**k was already rock-hard in his jeans, tenting obviou
