I hook my thumbs in the waist of her pants and panties and shove them down her hips as she hikes one leg free while attacking my fly. And then I’ve got her by the backs of her thighs, tank top shoved above her gorgeous tits, sleep pants caught around her left knee. I line up, teasing my head through her slick folds as she trembles. “So wet for me.” “Vaughn, I need you.” She has no idea what that does to me. What she does to me. Our eyes meet, holding as I push into her in one deep thrust that has her breath rushing past her lips.
