The Billionaires Ex Wife
she purred, rolling her hips against him.
And just like that, they were at it again.
Her palms were flat against the tile, her back arched, her ass pressed firmly against his hips.
He had one hand tangled in her wet hair, the other gripping her waist, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.
His thrusts were deep and punishing, the kind that made her see stars behind her closed eyelids.
"Ahh—fuck, Grant, right there," Erixia gasped, her voice bouncing off the steamy walls.