Her unique scent attracts my attention before I notice her. She twirls her blonde curls, flirting with a woman behind the counter at the mall, her laughter filling the air.
My mind fills with images of how her body trembled with pleasure as my fingers explored her depths. She’d arch her back, gripping the sheets, softly moaning and begging for more. My tongue danced on her delicate nub as she writhed in ecstasy, grinding against my mouth.
Sir’s arms wrap around my waist, and a damp kiss grazes my neck.
“Time to go, Emma; we’ve got a dinner reservation.”
