Governor Arkin Harrison awoke to the feel of Agnes’s hand on his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his body. He opened his eyes to find his wife naked, her body pressed against his, her lips already on his c**k licking it.
“Agnes,” he whispered, a note of alarm in his voice.
Agnes’s lips moved against him, a soft, insistent pressure. “Mmm,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire.
Arkin quickly pulled away, covering himself with the sheet. “Stop it, Agnes,” he said, his voice sharper now.
Agnes frowned, her expression shifting from passion to confusion. She sat up, her naked form stark against the crisp white sheets. “What’s wrong, Arkin? We’re sixty, not eighty. I still have the strength. Look at me, I’m look younger to my age.”
“I said no,” Arkin repeated, his voice firm.
