To Be Married To a Sinner
Slipping my hand in my panties, I groan, biting down on my lip as I find myself already wet.
I hold back the moan, circling my clit, as I imagine it’s someone else’s hand.
“What are you doing?” His voice is firm, but not loud.
I dipped my fingers into my cream, and licked my fingers. “What a woman married to a sinner does.”