I hear movement behind me, and when I glance over my shoulder, my heart stutters and my jaw drops. Gesù Cristo, I didn’t think this through. The shirt engulfs Tiana’s petite frame, the fabric stopping above her knees. Her wet hair hangs down her back, and her makeup-free face is a picture of pure innocence. The sight of her in my shirt is borderline erotic. Desire ignites in my veins, and my cock hardens at the speed of light.
