Steamy Encounters
The server with the champagne flutes had set the tray down on an empty table and was watching with her mouth ajar.
Hawk drove into her harder. His grip on her hip tightened, pulling her back onto his cock with each thrust, and the wet slap of their bodies filled the silence. Her breasts swayed with the motion, and Mary followed them with her mouth, switching from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking and biting until Amelia was almost mewing like a cat.
“You’re dripping down your thighs,” Hawk said, and the wonder in his voice was genuine. “In front of all these people. Your cunt is so wet I can hear it.”
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