Edge of Control

Enzo.

Glistening black hair sticking to the sides of her face, her breasts rising and falling against my chest as she held eye contact with me. Looking like sin in nothing but that flimsy excuse of a swimsuit that covered way too little, her hands all over me. My dick was at half mast. I stared down at her as primal need pulsed within me. She was playing with fire, and we were both at the verge of