Liz opens the door in a slutty black vinyl dress. She looks like she wants it bad. “You’re late,” she says, and steps aside so I can come in.
The wine is poured before I can sit. She drops onto the couch, glass in hand, and we have a little small talk. She wastes little time. “You know why I texted.”
She holds my eyes a second too long. Then she stands, walks toward the bedroom and starts fully undressing along the way.
“Catch up,” she says, over her shoulder. After that, she doesn’t talk much.
We tongue it up while I'm getting my clothes off and then she pulls me on top of her, in between her legs.
I push into her in one go. She’s wet enough that I slide in deep.
She gasps, then grabs my ass and pulls me deeper.
“Don’t stop,” she says. So I don’t.
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