Taboo Runs Wild
He spreads wider, his cock bobbing closer, thick and heavy, the musky scent of our sex filling my nose.
From the corner of my eye, I catch Lily on the bed, kicking her tiny legs, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, oblivious and cooing softly.
The risk spikes my pulse—any second she could fuss for milk, —but it only makes my pussy clench, wetness trickling down my thigh.
“Do you want me to suck you, Roland?” The words tumble out filthy and bold, no filter, my brain short-circuiting from the aftershocks of him wrecking my cunt.