Chapter 91.
Clara’s POV.
My ass was still out on the table, and my legs were still widely thrown apart. Maxwell’s c**k moved against my p***y, rubbing it up and down my wet, aching lips in ways that made my body shudder.
Heat prickled down my body, and my cunt arched to be f****d. Damn! I did not know how long this was going to take, but all I needed was for his c**k to be in my p***y already.
So, with desperation, I pushed my body down a little, hoping that would help his c**k slip into my p***y.
Maxwell noticed immediately.
“Easy,” he teased, a smile forming at the corner of his lips.
“You enjoy teasing me, don’t you?”
“I enjoy watching you quiver with desperation,” he replied with a wink, and I made to say a word, but Maxwell didn’t give me the luxury of it. He simply pushed his
