I was outside waiting for Erica again.

I think I was starting to get to her because she was stopping by more often. Just then she drove up, got out of the car, and walked toward me, her black leather boots clicking.

“Hey, Evan,” she said, smiling. “You’re looking good. What’s up?”

By the way I hungrily took in her body, she knew what was up.

“We should go inside — it’s cold out here,” she said.

I led her down the stairs into my bedroom, where we wasted no time. Erica grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me down onto the couch. The music was already going, so she began her dance. She undid her bustier one hook at a time until it fell to the floor. I was already getting hard. Erica straddled my waist and began grinding her... Leer Más