Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Jax moaned and increased his tempo, coaxing my pussy to squirt for him.
“Oh daddy, I can’t control it!”
“Let it go” he ordered, and I did.
I felt the wetness running down my legs, my hot pussy hydration became a lubricant for his cock, making our sexual misconduct feel perversely perfect.
The moment my squirt hit the floor, a shrill ring broke through our wild moans.
“Shit!” Jax cursed, grabbing my hips to keep me in place while he drilled his cock into my swollen pussy, totally ignoring whoever was calling his phone.