“Aren’t you going to join me?” she rasped. “I’m not getting naked in your backyard.” “You’re the one who said that if I wanted a look, all I had to do was ask.” She dropped her eyes to my growing hard on. “Now I’m asking.” “I’m not—" “If you’re a liar, admit it.” “If you want to fuck me, just say that,” I countered, although the only thing I could think about was what it feels like to have her red lips wrapped around my throbbing cock. “I don’t want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me.”
