In that moment, I realized just how much I enjoyed this—having control, helping her push her limits, watching her embrace it all without a second thought. She was doing exactly what she wanted, and she was loving every second of it.
As we chatted on the drive, her laugh was infectious, her voice soft but teasing, and I could feel her stealing glances at me, as if she was sizing me up.
The thrill of it, the risk, the primal need—we couldn’t get enough. That staircase became our secret haven, a place we returned to again and again,
it wasn’t just her lips that drew attention. When she wore leggings, they hugged her body in a way that left little to the imagination, accentuating every curve of her thick thighs and that delicious outline that teased just enough to make me lose focus.
I told her to turn over, and she did without a moment's hesitation. Seeing her on all fours, ready and waiting, was almost too much. I undressed quickly, my cock already hard and aching for her.
