He was already so hard when I pushed him down into the chair. I poured warm oil over my chest, watching his eyes go dark as it dripped between my breasts.
I straddled his lap and wrapped him in slick, heated skin, feeling him throb as I slid up and down. His hands gripped the sides of the chair, knuckles white, while I teased the sensitive tip with every slow press.
His breath turned ragged, his moans filling the room. When he finally came, spilling all over my oiled skin, I smiled—because he’d wanted this as much as I did. 😈💦