Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
Jon Faithmy poor billionaire husband
A few minutes later, Megan was the only one fully nude in Mr. Calvin’s office, straddling him on his office chair.
His thick cock was plunged deep inside her slick pussy, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair as she rhythmically bounced up and down along his rigid shaft.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned, her face twisting in ecstasy, utterly enthralled by the intense vibrations pulsing through her body.
Mr. Calvin was mesmerized by her movements, his hands clamping firmly on her waist to guide and support her. His gaze was greedy, drinking in the sight of her bouncing heavy breasts, each movement sending them swaying enticingly against her chest.