I Am Dead To You Husband
Antonio whispered against her mouth, his finger expertly tugging on the fabric right over her clit, sending a few jolts through her.
Instinctively, she spread her legs a bit, and he pushed his hand deeper, right inside her. Camila's fingers dug into his back, nails scoring his skin as she gasped, rolling her head back. Antonio buried his face in her neck again, thrusting faster, harder, and her moans grew louder, untamed, until—
"Jesus Christ, Antonio! What is wrong with you?!" Abuelo was at the door, one arm already wrapped around Alberto, tugging the boy against his leg and awkwardly trying to shield his eyes as he shot a glare at both of them.