Surrender To Unhinged Psychopaths
“Never like this… Your cock feels so good between my tits.”
Jax’s hips moved faster, more urgent. His thick shaft glided through the slick valley of my cleavage, making my heavy breasts jiggle and bounce heavily with every thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the bedroom.
“That’s right,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure. “These tits belong to me now. Every time you wear this dress tonight, you’re going to remember my cock fucking them while your husband stands right next to you.”
I whimpered in response, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock whenever I could reach it. “Please, Sir… cum on them. Mark me before the gala.”