*Leo*

It was Christmas Eve. As usual, my first thoughts when I woke the next morning were of Bianca. I saw her face in my mind. I could still feel the silky heat of her thighs on my palms. Her lips were still imprinted on my soul, and I felt myself harden at the memory of her legs straddling me.

The heat of her core had rested over my erection. The barrier of my slacks and the thin gusset of her panties were no barrier and hid nothing of her arousal and heat from me. ...