"Time starts now," Olivia muttered, voice tight with irritation—but her hips were already moving, her full breasts heaving under her blouse as she sank down fully onto Lor's lap, her bare thighs flush against his clothed ones, the heat of her pussy pressing through her lavender lace panties onto the thick ridge of his cock beneath his pants.
She started to grind.
Slow at first—agonizingly slow.
Her soaked pussy sliding over the length of him, the fabric adding a rough friction that caught her clit just right, sending sparks up her spine.
She hissed through her teeth, her hazel eyes fluttering shut, her round hips circling as she pressed down harder, feeling him throb beneath her, the pressure building in her core like a storm gathering.
Lor exhaled sharply into the heat above him—into the soft, trembling flesh of Nellie's pussy.
