With my dress hiked up high around my waist and my hips tilted back toward him, I stood completely exposed and on display, my ass presented like an offering, p***y still slick and swollen from his tongue.
The red emergency light cast a crimson glow over our reflections—me bent forward, vulnerable and arched, him towering close behind, his large hands locked onto my hip bones, fingers digging in with possessive force.
The sharp clink of his belt buckle rang out, metal scraping against metal in the confined space, followed by the rasping slide of his zipper being yanked down. He freed his c**k with a low grunt, the broad, heated tip brushing between my folds, rigid and unyielding, already coated in the slick evidence of my arousal. It nudged at my entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh, mak
