Her Dirty Boss II
“LOOK at you,” he continued, his voice thick with desire, “all flushed and ready. And you thought you were alone.” His thumb, gentle yet firm, pressed against her c**t, mirroring her own abandoned touch. A gasp escaped her, raw and involuntary. The pressure was exquisite, a sweet torment.
“Oh, Daemon,” she whimpered, her hips beginning to twitch like an instinctual response.
“Yes, Carla. Let it all out.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you need this.”
His fingers worked their magic, stroking, circling, teasing. The wetness increased, a slick, undeniable flood. Her legs fell open wider. Inviting him... telling him that this p***y was his for the taking... The small chair felt inadequate as if it was confining
