Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, begging to be undone. I loosened it with a gentle tug, strands cascading like silk over my knuckles as I wove them through, tilting her head back to expose more of that throbbing vein. My thumb pressed lightly against it, feeling her heartbeat race, imagining how it would pound when I buried myself deep inside her.
She was dressed for temptation: a skimpy sports bra clinging to her full, heaving breasts, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide her rock-hard nipples straining against it, begging to be pinched, sucked, bitten.
High-waisted purple leggings hugged her like a second skin, outlining the perfect curve of her ass, the dip of her waist, and—fuck—the subtle outline of her pussy lips, already swollen and damp, a dark spot blooming at the crotch from her arousal.
