I am seeking some no strings fun with a well-endowed man…
One of Trent’s hands slides down my side, tracing the curves I’m only just starting to appreciate. He gathers the hem of my dress in his palm and drags it up my thigh until my hip and half my ass are exposed to him. Slowly, so slowly I think I might have an orgasm simply from the intense anticipation seeping through my body, his fingers trace back down to between my legs.
“No panties.” The statement comes out part reverence, part curse. “You’re a bad girl, Francie.” His hand disappears momentarily before the sharp sting of his palm on my skin singes my ass. “I like that about you.”
He bites the space where my neck meets my shoulders and backs away enough for me to lead him through the dark alley that connects to the equally dark stairs. I walk with the skirt still rucked up around my waist, my bare ass hanging out for him to see. I wonder briefly whether he can see my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.