7 Lives Xposed - Episode 4

Jillian straddles him in the back of the limo, the privacy screen already up. She pulls her dress over her head and drops it on the floor, leaving nothing but the black lace between her thighs. Antwan sits back against the leather, legs spread, watching her with that slow, heavy-lidded look that always gets her wet. She reaches between them, finds the hard line of his cock through his pants, and squeezes. He exhales through his teeth. She pops his belt open, drags the zipper down, and his cock springs free—thick, hot, already leaking at the tip. She wraps her hand around it and strokes once, twice, thumb sliding over the head to spread the slickness. Antwan’s hips lift into her grip. She sinks down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch until she’s seated flush against his lap. Her breath catches. He fills her so completely it borders on pain, the good kind. She rolls her hips, grinding down, and his hands clamp onto her waist. The car turns a corner; the motion pushes him deeper. She rides him hard, each thrust knocking a soft sound out of her throat. Sweat beads at the small of her back. Antwan’s fingers dig in, urging her faster, and the leather seat creaks beneath them. She comes first, sharp and sudden, clenching around him until he follows with a low groan, pulsing deep inside her as the city lights streak past the tinted windows.