Creamy legs catch my attention too many f*cking times. Having Layla beside me wearing nothing but my jacket makes me want to keep driving so this time with her doesn’t end. It’s a new kind of torture having her close but not touching her the way I want to. I take another glance in her direction. She’s gnawing on her swollen red lip, and my cock hardens in my trousers.

"I don’t want to go to your home. I want you to take me back to campus." Her voice is weak, and she ...