"Should we stop?" Ravees gasped, breathless, still perched on Cassian's lap. Her tall, muscular frame looked even more striking, her half-exposed body radiating heat—both breasts bared, her pants somehow tugged down to dangle off one leg, revealing thick thighs wrapped around Cassian's waist. She sat heavily, her full weight pinning him, while his hands gripped her butt, holding her in place. Yet, even as she asked, her lips clamped onto his, kissing fiercely, not giving him a chance to answer.
Barely ten minutes into their heated exchange of saliva, Ravees showed no hesitation. Her breasts pressed hard against Cassian's chest, her dark black panties soaked as she ground against him, her movements teasing and relentless.
When Ravees finally eased up, giving him a moment to breathe and respond to her question, Cassian countered, "Do you want to?" His hands, abandoning her hips, roamed over her thick thighs, squeezing them, craving to get his face squeezed between them.
