Wet Desires: {A Steamy Collection}
“My pleasure.”
I turned and walked out toward the parking lot.
As I moved, I felt Bryan’s cum trickle out of my pussy, soaking into my panties. A sly smile curved across my lips.
I slipped my hand into my pocket, fingers closing around something smooth.
I pulled it out—a pearl necklace, the most expensive piece on the table.
I’d slipped it in while Bryan cleaned himself, his back turned, attention elsewhere.
I held it up, letting it catch the light.
The pearls were perfect—creamy white, luminous, each bead flawless. Worth thousands of dollars, without a doubt.