I skim the length of her body while she falls back onto the palms of her hands. Luna is hot. Like out-of-this-world, I could take her in point-two seconds if I don’t control myself hot. The hem of her shirt rises on her thighs, and her bare skin teases my dick. Our eyes latch again, and I tell her, “I’ve got some ideas.” The suggestion is clear. I’m not hiding how much I want to fuck her. She swings her knees, left and right. “I could use a professional tattoo assessment.”
