I smirked, pressing my hips harder against her. "You're soaked and still acting like you don't want it," I teased, grinding into her slick warmth. Her back arched instinctively, tits bouncing with the rhythm of each thrust.
Her hips bucked, trying to move against me, her body betraying her words. I leaned down, letting my lips trail along her inner thighs, tasting the slick, teasing the edges of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. She shivered violently under me.
"Shit… Evan, you're disgusting," she muttered, sharp but breathy.
"And you love it," I said, thrusting harder. My hands slid up to her tits, kneading, pinching, slapping until they bounced with every push. Her back arched again, hips lifting into me. Her nails dug into her own skin, chest heaving, body betraying every ounce of composure she tried to maintain.
