Ivonne’s POV

“Now, ride me,” he declared in a compelling tone, his hand going to my shoulder to urge me upright and back in position over his thighs.

My dress had dropped to my ankles just like his pants and now both of us were fully revealed to each other, every inch of skin blazing with lust.

I let him guide me by the shoulder while his left hand went below me to grab his dick and rub it on my pussy lips, inciting a moan from me at the sensation, “shit.”

“You like that?” He ...