My Best Friend's Father
A month ago, he’d have bolted at her name.
“B?” I unmute quickly.
“Sorry, G—I’m home; it was closer to the hotel J and I were at.” Gio pulls back slowly, and I sigh in relief, thinking he’s done—until he flips me over, sinking back in. I stifle a scream.
“Oh, you didn’t sleep with him, right, B?” I bite my lip, holding back moans as he speeds up.
“No, I didn’t sleep with J—but maybe I should’ve—oh!” He slams hard at that, grinning as he rubs my clit.