“You’re wet for me right now, aren’t you Vi? I bet you’re fucking soaked.” His voice is thick with desire and full of filthy memories. I don’t need to speak up to confirm his theory; we both know it’s true. It’s like diving into a river after a dry spell. His next thrust makes my mouth fall open, my thighs clenching with pleasure. “Oh, God.” I bury my face in the crook of his neck, clinging to him as I tilt my pelvis to meet his, chasing that incendiary high. Am I really about to get off from simply dry humping? I can’t decide
