"Talk?" she murmured, voice low and husky. "I think we've done enough talking for one trip."
Her hands slid up my chest to my shoulders, pinning me more firmly as she leaned in close, breasts pressing harder, breath hot against my ear.
"You've been ignoring me all this trip, Alex," Tiffany said, her voice low and teasing as she traced one finger slowly up my T-shirt, circling closer to my nipple. Her nail dragged lightly over the fabric, sending a spark straight to my cock, which was already hardening fast beneath her weight.
"We've all been busy, Tiff, you know," I said, smiling lazily, though my bulge was growing thicker and harder, pressing up against her through my pants. She was straddling me, her thick thighs squeezing my hips, her shorts riding up so high I could feel the heat of her pussy radiating against me.
