“Mm. You like to run, don’t you, Gia? Or is it that you like to be chased?” I let my fingers creep toward the juncture of her thighs and rub the back of my hand against her wet center. She reacts as I hoped she would, tilting her pelvis ever so slightly into my hand. “You like that, do you?”
“No,” she says without conviction.
I turn my hand around so I can cup her and use my fingers to tease her. The leggings block my access, but I can still feel her heat. Her wetness. I rub my cock against her hip and nip at her neck.
Her breath quickens. Her breasts rise and fall with every slow move of my hand. When she moans and I can feel she’s seconds away from coming, I release her hands and back away.
“You’re right. It must be sweat from our run. Enjoy your shower.”
“A fanabla!”
Go to hell. She doesn't need to worry about that. I’m already there. I gently move her to the side and open the door, walking down the hall with the hardest fucking dick jutting out the front of my shorts.