Chapter 162 8 The Next Day💦🍆

• The next afternoon, the doorbell rang at exactly three o’clock. Vivian’s heart jumped the moment she heard it. She had spent the morning thinking about Ethan, the way his hands felt on her body, the way his cock had stretched her, the way he had looked at her like he couldn’t get enough. She had changed her outfit three times before settling on a loose white tank top and very short denim shorts. No bra. No panties. Her nipples were already hard just from the anticipation.
• She opened the door. Ethan stood there in a fresh tank top and board shorts, tool bag over his shoulder. His eyes moved slowly over her body, taking in the way the thin tank top clung to her breasts and how her shorts barely covered her ass.
• “You look… dangerous,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I’ve been thinking about you all night. About how wet you were. How tight you felt around my cock.”