Liam stood in Vanessa's bedroom, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Vanessa had him pinned against the edge of the dresser, her mouth on his tongue pushing deep and urgent. He hadn't expected this when he stepped inside to say goodbye. One second they were talking about his trip, the next her hands were on his shirt and her body was pressed tight against him.
His blood felt like it was on fire. How was any guy supposed to keep his head when a woman like her, a real milf, curvy, confident, and clearly wanting him, made a move like that? He could feel every inch of her softness, and it short-circuited his brain.
Liam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer. His hands slid down to her ass, big and round under the thin fabric of her skirt.
He squeezed, kneading the warm flesh, loving how it filled his palms. She made a small sound into his mouth, and that only made him grip harder.
