Positions - Chapter 4

Sicilia's lost her groove on the dance floor but she's not hanging up her ballet shoes. Max watches her fuck up the piques, then steps in and wraps his arms around her like he owns the place. His grip says trust me and her body listens. They start grinding slow and filthy, hips locked until Max drops to his knees, cock throbbing, and buries his face between her legs. She tastes even better than he thought. He lays her on the table, body flexed hard, and slams into her until her moans bounce off the walls. Sicilia flips the script, climbs on top, and rides him like she's been waiting years for this. Max grips her hips and drives them both to a finish that's so fucking hot it probably ought to be illegal.