I stared at Natalie’s text message for the third time this morning, trying to decide whether to respond. And then she dropped her hips, and my dick disappeared inside her soaked pussy. I felt Carla’s tongue slip back into her mouth as she broke the kiss. He just had two problems—I had more money than him, and his wife liked fucking me. And then we were off to the races. I glanced back down at the picture of Danni that she’d sent me on Monday. “Don’t,” Chloe said. Both of us looked at her. I spotted the freshly dug grave and a few people standing around it, preparing for the ten o’clock service. I knew she had a body built for sin, but I hadn’t been prepared for how right I was. They had to be double D’s, but they stood high and firm like Erin’s, suggesting their artificiality. “I don’t want to walk away from this conversation without things being okay, Em. “Augh!” I yelled and thrust much harder at her hips as I reached up and gripped her hair at the back of her head.
