moonlight

Dinner was just the warm-up. Sophie's dress hit the floor the second we got back, and now she's riding me slow in the moonlight, that shy smile gone, replaced by a look that says she wants every inch. Her hips roll, and I'm lost.

She thought skipping rent was a win. Now she's spread out on my bed, cum dripping down her thighs, begging me to finish what she started. That ass was the collateral.