Taboo Runs Wild
“I came to tell you to lower the music. You did. That’s it.”
His hands slide to my hips, fingers inching up my gown, bunching it slow and deliberate.
“You can’t be doing this, Roland,” I choke out, a moan catching in my throat, making my words thick and unsteady.
“I’m not doing anything,” he murmurs, but his right hand trails to my mound, brushing through the soft hairs, rubbing my clit in slow, teasing strokes.
My pussy clenches, already wet, betraying every protest.
I grip Lily tighter, my voice shaking. “Lily’s here… she could start crying.”