Jessyca
I cried out as I came all over Roger’s c**k. Roger knew how to f**k. He was the best I’ve ever had. He thrust harder and faster and then came with a loud groan.
He collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms as I lay my head on his chest.
“Everything is going according to plan?” I asked.
“Yeah. I have all the paperwork drafted up. You just have to convince him to sign them. Once he does, in thirty days, everything he owns will be in your name. Using your middle name and your grandmother's maiden name is genius,” he panted. His hand was playing with my hair.
“I can’t believe how stupid he actually is,” I said.
“Really, you can’t? I can. Any man who cheats on his wife is a f*****g moron.”
I chuckled. He wasn’t wrong. Roger’s hand stilled in my hair, and then a small snore
