Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Delilah’s hips bucked hard as she orgasmed hard, biting her lip to stifle the moan, her pussy clenching and gushing fresh cunt juice around his fingers while he kept licking her through it, drinking every drop like it was nectar.
“Miss Amour, are you alright?” The client suddenly asked.
Delilah cleared her throat. “Yes, yes. I’m perfect. Can we do this some other time Mr. Martin? I have something really important to deal with”
“Of course.” Mr. Martin said and Delilah dropped the phone instantly.
The second the call ended, she yanked Jax up by his shirt and crushed her mouth to his, kissing him hard, and tasting herself on his tongue.