Madison grabbed the blanket covering the lower half of my body and pulled it away.
My cock sprang free, almost pointing right up at her.
Her fingertips grazed my hard skin and she smiled at me.
“I thinkhelikes me wearing this shirt,” Madison whispered.
“Helikes a woman’s body,” I said.
“I thinkhelikes me best…”
She slowly wrapped her hand around my cock and leaned down toward me.
Her lips touched mine.
She didn’t kiss me.
Her hand stroked down to my root and she squeezed.
I grabbed for her legs and pulled her toward the bed.
I moved back and Madison straddled me.
“Should I take the shirt off, Mav?” she purred as she kissed me.
“Leave it on,” I said. “It’s definitely my lucky shirt.”
“You’ve fucked me how many times without this shirt involved?”
“Doesn’t matter, sweetie. You’re wearing the shirt now. And I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Correction,” Madison said. “I’m about to fuck you.”
My hands dug against her ass cheeks.
She lowered herself down and let out a long groan.
She looked damn good in my shirt.
And she felt damn good riding me.