For the briefest moment, I caught it—the corner of her lips twitching upward, a faint smile. She killed it quick, forcing her expression back to flat, annoyed, sharp. But I saw it.
I smirked. "Your turn to move," I said softly, daring her, daring her pride.
I hopped up onto the table, lying back. My cock stood up hard, veined and slick with precum. My chest rose and fell as I looked at her.
She exhaled, long and slow, almost like she was trying to push out a sigh that never ended. Then she stood, climbed onto the table, and walked between my legs. The sight alone almost made me bust—her tits swaying, thighs rubbing, that huge ass right in front of me.
She turned her back toward me, lowering herself slowly until my cock nestled right against the meat of her ass. I groaned, grinding up against her, the oil from earlier making my shaft slide against her skin like silk.
