— Emma's Mansion —
Sunlight drifted slowly through the tall, expensive windows of the mansion, slipping between thick velvet curtains and spilling golden light across the spotless marble floor.
In the fancy living room, on an absurdly long cream-colored couch that looked like it was made for lounging in luxury, Scott and Emma were caught up in a heated kiss.
It was a sloppy, messy kiss that was… oddly sexy.
Scott sat deep into the couch as his back sunk into plush cushions as Emma straddled him, her toned thighs framing his hips like they were built for this exact position. Her soft ass ground against his crotch in slow, torturous motions that made his breath hitch.
It made his manhood feel so alive.
He could never get tired of the sweet sensation of having her ass cheeks grind against him.
His hands roamed up and down her back — firm, caressing, desperate — fingers digging into the supple curves of her hips, the roundness of her cheeks, the softness of her thighs.
