The silence lingered between the two, as Lily could barely focus. All she registered was the wall of heat radiating from Alex in front of her. Close enough that every quick, shallow breath she took dragged more of his scent into her lungs: clean skin, faint shampoo scent, and that dark, addictive undertone that made her clit throb traitorously beneath her tiny denim shorts.
"Fine, dummy!" she snapped, arms clamped tight under her small perky tits, the motion shoving the soft mounds up against the supportive cups of her bra until they strained visibly against the cropped fabric. "Let's find something for Erin before you waste my whole damn day."
Her juicy thick thighs shifted restlessly, rubbing together with a slick little sound she prayed he couldn't hear. The open bomber jacket flared wider, flashing another creamy curve of thigh and the faintest edge of her peachy ass cheek.
