Pixie knew exactly how to push Pixel’s buttons. The moment he walked in the door, she was already dressed to drive him wild. The tight black bike shorts hugged her curvaceous ass and thighs, while the short white tee with bold red sleeves accentuated her ample cleavage.
Pixel’s eyes immediately locked onto Pixie’s tantalizing figure as he entered the room. His breath caught in his throat when he saw her lying on the bed, face down with her ass lifted high in those skin-tight shorts.
“Fuck, Pixie,”
he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Pixie couldn’t help but smirk at Pixel’s comment.
“Juicy, are we?”
she teased, rolling over onto her back and lifting her hips to give him an even better view.
“Do I have your full attention now? Or should I go change into something less…
