Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Pre-c*m slicked her palms; she moaned like it excited her.
“Let me get my clothes off,” she gasped. “Let me feel you inside me. F*ck me, baby. I want your c*ck.”
Eli. Emilia. Reality. Consequences.
They all slammed into me at once.
“No.” My voice cracked. “No, Delilah. We can’t. That’s too far.”
She froze, sensing the fear in my voice. For once, she didn’t push.
“All right, baby,” she whispered, kissing my cheek. “Then let me make you come with my hand. Just that. Is that okay?”