Falling for my husband's twin brother
“Touch me.”
He shook his head. “You lost that right.”
I moaned, trying to stay upright, but my knees were trembling from the strain.
“Keep riding,” he said, gripping my waist and forcing me down harder.
I sobbed.
My body was on fire. My clit throbbed. I was soaking his jeans, leaving a mess I couldn’t stop.
“Beg,” he whispered into my ear.
“Please, Daddy. Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’ll never tease you again-”