Surrender To Unhinged Psychopaths
Saliva dripped messily down my chin, soaking the front of my already translucent sports bra and making my hard nipples glisten.
“God, you’re such a natural cocksucker,” he growled, fingers tightening in my damp ponytail. “Senator’s perfect trophy wife on her knees in his own bedroom, choking on a real man’s cock while his side of the bed is still warm. You fucking love this, don’t you, Victoria?”
I moaned loudly around his thickness, the vibration traveling up his shaft. I nodded as best I could, my hands gripping his rock-hard muscular thighs for balance. The risk of Richard returning at any second sent electric thrills racing through me.