That woman’s gaze fixated on Irene for a while, until her eyes moved toward Jackson.
As if it was inevitable, her gaze moved downward, looking at the middle of Jackson’s thighs.
‘Damn, his c**k was still bulging inside his trunks, although it looks calm right now,’ said the woman at the back of her mind, licking her lower lip.
She remembered how pleasurable Jackson felt. His c**k inside her mouth, his thighs f.ucking her as he groaned huskily and seductively.
And the most important thing was how reddened his skin was while imagining another woman in her position.
For some reason, the woman found it hot, making her panties soaked with her c.um.
‘I knew I went overboard with what I did, but that’s the best decision I have made so far,’ she thought, her lips curving into a satisfied smi
