When she glances down the length of her body, she can see one of Neville’s knees on the ground between her legs, his other foot braced just outside her calf. He moves in slowly, leaning his weight and heat against her: coarse fabric of his trousers and the thick, hot press of his naked cock. He ruts against her, his full hard length sliding through her lips and into the crack of her arse, then back down, while his zipper chafes the back of her thighs. Heat pools in her stomach.