Charmed and Conquered

The Lamborghini slid into a smooth, effortless stop, the purr of the engine cutting out like a well-timed mic drop. The moment it parked, Chloe lifted her hips off Justin's lap, her skirt bunched around her waist, her thighs still shaking. Her breath? Straight-up wrecked. Her body? Still processing the god-tier experience she just had, her thighs slick, the undeniable evidence of their recklessness glistening between them her pussy dripping with his cum.

And Justin? That man was just sitting there, all cool and collected, like he hadn't just rearranged the entire fabric of her existence while driving.

Who the fuck even does that?