| TRISHA |

“I need to go home, Blake. I really do,” I said, my voice trembling. “It’s already getting late.”

Blake’s hands were still on my hips, his cock already starting to get hard again against my pussy. "Just one more 

round, Trisha. I promise. Your pussy is just so, so good."

I stared at him, my mind a mess. 

I knew I shouldn’t give in. 

I should’ve walked away, but my body screamed for more. 

Blake saw the hesitation in my eyes.

"Please," he whispered, his ...