Positions - Chapter 4

Sicilia’s piqué turns keep falling flat. Max steps in, wraps his arms around her waist, and the music changes. Slow, filthy grind time. He drops to his knees, tongue on her clit, sucking like he’s starving. Her body’s petite, her tits perky little naturals that bounce every time she breathes harder. When he lays her back across the table, the muscles in his back ripple as he drives every inch into her. She takes over fast—climbs on top, rides him with hungry little hips, blonde hair swinging, milking him like she owns it. Max grips her waist, holds on, then lets go with a deep groan while she keeps bouncing. Fuck, watching them is straight illegal.