I sure as hell wasn’t going to break it… not when I had nothing to be uncomfortable about. VanCamp,” I heard Chloe’s cool voice. “Not that I can’t trust you, but I’ve been working with Helen for a while now. Helen hummed and brushed her cheek against my crotch, feeling my steel-hard cock pressing through the cloth. Now, the tables had turned, and she was no longer the one doing the leading. “Glad you think so.”
I texted Henry, Chloe’s on her way with VanCamp. My free hand slipped down, and I placed it on one stockinged leg, enjoying the silky feel of the hose encasing her feminine thigh. You have to know that would’ve come back on you at some point,” Karl said. Breaking it off, I said, “Helen, I haven’t had you in fucking forever. She barely breathed as we exchanged gazes, her chest rising and falling fractionally as I invaded her personal space so thoroughly that our faces were an inch from each other at most. “Car hit us. I’m yours,” she repeated my words.
