Maxine grunted under the weight of Geoffrey. She could feel like manhood harden on her belly. She tried her best to shove him off, but Clyde had taken the hint and already left. Geoffrey grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head.
"What do you say to me having my way with you as a reward for my win?" He teased low in her ear.
Maxine's folds moistened at the threat and she tried to clench her legs together. Geoffrey stopped her by placing his knee in between them, pressing hard against her folds, willing them to part. A devilish grin spread across his face as Maxine squirmed underneath him. He pressed his knee harder against her folds until he could feel her wetness through his trousers. "You're so wet for me, my love," he cooed in her ear. He nibbed on her ear lobe and felt her shiver under his caress. "You're going to come for me, my love."
