The Lust Journal
Don’t keep me waiting.
I turned it off, heart jumping, and went to Lana, wrapped my arms around her waist. “You’re too good at this home stuff,” I said low, bit her ear, trying to hide guilt in her warmth. She laughed, leaned back into me, and her body gave in as I slipped a hand under her robe, fingers finding her wet pussy. “Cole,” she gasped, put the mug down, hands gripping the counter as I knelt and licked her slow and deep. Her thighs shook, moans soft and real, nothing like Cara’s bossy yells. She came shaking, pulled me up for a kiss tasting like coffee and trust I didn’t earn.
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