The CEO's Wife's Mate
She moulded her palms against Sally’s breasts, pinching her nipples as the suds started covering her body.
Sally mewed as she pressed her pussy harder against Celeste’s thigh which in turn had Hunter chuckling breathlessly against her neck, rubbing his prickly scruffle against Celeste’s mark. She ducked her head, fastening her lips around the nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise. If anything it made her hump against her thigh all the harder.
Hunter discarded the sponge, hands gripping onto Sally’s hips and lifting her slightly. “Sorry love,” he panted against her ear, “I can’t wait.” And he impaled her on his shaft.
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