The Billionaire’s Last Clause
“Hold on to the counter, baby.”
Amelia bends forward without hesitation, robe falling completely off now. She lowers her breasts to the cool granite, cheek pressed to the surface, back arched deep. Her ass lifts high, round and perfect, presented right to me. I groan at the sight—her pussy glistening, swollen, dripping down her thighs.
I grip her hips, spank her ass once, sliding back inside in one long thrust. She cries out, “Fuck…Daniel…Yea!”