Before he can protest, I crash my lips against his.My left hand wraps tightly around his neck, anchoring him to me while my right hand firmly strokes his cock through his pants.For a second, he freezes. “Mrs. Stockholm.” His voice falters.“Yes, Father?” I fake a moan.He closes his eyes for a moment, visibly wrestling with himself.“You’re sure your husband and kids won’t come back anytime soon?” He asks quietly.Hmm. He’s giving in faster than I thought he would.“Yes, Father. I wouldn’t be running around naked if they were.”Then, with a low, animalistic grunt, his restraint shatters.His large hands grip both my ass cheeks, pulling me fiercely against him as he returns the kiss with a desperate hunger.The room shifts as he drives us backward, guiding me blindly toward the dining table—the exact spot where I usually serve his meals.The edge of the wooden dining table hits the back of my thighs. In one swift, powerful motion, he lifts me up and sits me on the table.This wasn't
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