My eyes raked over Jasmine—her red dress clinging to her curves, the fabric stretched tight over her tits, her nipples still hard beneath the lace.
The hem rode up just enough to tease the top of her thighs, the glimpse of black lace panties peeking out—still damp from earlier. She shifted uncomfortably, her fingers twitching at her sides, her lips parted as if she knew I was watching—as if she wanted me to.
Fuck.
I wanted to ram my cock back inside her—right there, right now—bend her over the nearest surface and fuck the slutty moans out of her again. The way her dress hugged her ass, the way her hips swayed just slightly—she knew what she was doing. She wanted it.
