“You did amazing,” I say. She surprises me every day. I withdraw, and she whimpers, sitting up on her knees. “I want more.” “Okay, Sunshine . . .” “I call shotgun on your pussy,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off. I find the bottle of lubricant from my bedside table, kick off my pants, and lay them on the valet before I sit facing the mirror. I want to watch her ride my cock from behind. “Take a seat.” She straddles me, sinks down, and I groan. There are pussies, and then there’s Jordan’s pussy. The way it hugs me . . . Fuck.
