She showed up in a skin-tight black bodysuit, curves popping and that pink pussy winking through the fabric. One look and my patience was gone. She knew exactly what she was doing—straddling me, grinding slow, guiding my hands under the suit until everything was soaked. The zipper came down, the bodysuit peeled off, and that sweet pink mouth was right there, hot and dripping for me. I couldn’t wait another second, and she didn’t want me to—she pulled me in and rode every inch until the sheets were a mess and we were both shaking.
