At this point, Daniella could not hold it. She raised her hand to slap Anabel, and Desmond caught her wrist in the air. "How dare you try to raise your filthy hands on her? Desmond growled at her and yanked her hand away. "You are lucky your hand didn't touch me. You would have regretted ever crossing my path today. You want to touch those dirty hands you used in stroking different dicks. Count yourself lucky." Anabel said. "Sweetheart, let's go. It's okay." Desmond urged her and pulled her a little. She pushed Daniella aside and walked past. "Both of you will pay for this." They heard Daniella say at their back, but they didn't mind talking to her again. Daniella was deeply hurt. She regrets ever approaching them. She would have gone her way and avoided them. Now she was the one bleeding. Desmond and Daniella went straight to their car. She hugged and kissed him before entering her car. "Text me when you get home." Desmond said outside her window, and she replied, "Text you
She moved her hand down and grabbed his dick again, then began to stroke it again. "I want to have you again. This time, in my favorite position." "I'm not satisfied either." Desmond replied and they enjoyed themselves for the second time....Desmond and Anabel were coming out of the hotel, holding hands like new couples, when Daniela saw them. She was surprised to see them together again. But in a moment, the surprise turned into hatred. She hated to see Anabel looking genuinely happy. She was smiling and laughing at Desmond, who was also looking happy. She hated to see them in that situation. The sight of them smiling, happy, and reunited was like a blade twisting slowly in her gut. Her thoughts spiraled, her heart pounding with fury. She wanted to scream. She wanted to rip them apart. But she didn’t move. Instead, she watched them. Her eyes never blinked. Her breath was slow and calculated. "If I can’t have peace," she whispered, "neither will they." It wasn’t just jeal
Desmond was surprised Anabel hadn't climaxed given all the noise she was making. He didn't want her to cum anyway. He wanted to give her a long pleasure. The one that is capable of making her beg for his dick. He went on and pulled his hands down until he had a firm grip on both of her ass cheeks, and then he picked his head up and resumed licking her lips and flicking her clit at the end of each stroke. Next, he let go of her ass with one hand and slipped two fingers as far into her sloppy wet cunt as he could get them. He began to finger-fuck her as he continued to lick her pussy lips and flick her clit. On each stroke with his fingers, he curled the tips against the front of her cunt in hopes that he could stroke her G-spot as he withdrew them. He could tell when he hit it because Anabel would jerk and scream. She arched her back to lift her hips in time to each stroke of his fingers. Desmond knew how to mak
Before Desmond could say anything, she leaned forward and began to lick the head of his dick. "Oh, fuck!" Desmond moaned. "That felt good." She pushed the head of his dick between her lips while she continued to swirl her tongue around it. She pulled her head down, and Desmond could feel her warm mouth engulf his dick until it hit the back of her throat while her tongue caressed the underside of his dick. Then she pulled back, sucking hard until only the head remained in her mouth while she used one hand to stroke the exposed shaft. She began to pump his dick, repeating the process again and again. While she sucked him, Desmond reached down and began to caress her breast. At first, he just fondled all of each breast, but he soon worked his way to the nipples. Anabel began to bob her head up and down his dick. "Oh! I missed this so much!"
"I've missed this so much." She said as they continued to kiss. She was sliding her hand up and down his hard dick above his trouser. She has missed the feeling, the warmness. The way it used to feel when she wrapped it with her hand. The feeling when she sucks it and the amazing feeling when he fucks her hard with it. She could feel her panties getting soaked with her wetness. It has been a long time since she felt this way. Their tongue darted back and forth, and the need to have him inside her grew stronger. For Desmond, he was already hard. He was so hard that his dick was already begging to be released. As they continued to explore their mouth, Anabel began to unbuckle his belt with one hand. One hand was at the back of Desmond's head, while the other one was doing another job on Desmond's waist. Desmond put his own hand to work and began to unbutton her shirt. He pushed her long hair back over her shoulder and began to kiss and nibble at the soft tissue between the base
"I've missed everything about you. Everything." Desmond replied, but Anabel was not satisfied with the answer. She wanted him to mention it. She wanted to hear him mention the things he missed about her one after the other. "No, I don't buy that. I want you to mention those things. Tell me those things you missed about me." All these things while she had her eyes locked on him. "I miss the way you smile at me in the morning; it's my favorite way to wake up. I also miss our late-night conversations, where we'd talk about everything and nothing. I miss the way you'd always support me and believe in me, even when I didn't believe in myself." This made Anabel's smile widen, but Desmond continued. "I miss our quiet moments together, just sitting on the couch, holding hands. I missed your food and the taste of your lips on mine." Desmond finished and chuckled and asked, "Is that all?" There was something he was skipping, and she