Craving The Busty Babysitter (7)
He grinned and tossed the paddle aside, climbing back between her trembling thighs. The glass dildo was still lodged inside her, coated in her arousal. He slid it out slowly, dragging every textured ridge along her walls. Brea moaned, loudly, her cuffs rattling against the headboard as she arched into it, needing more.
“Beg for it,” Dennis ordered.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please f**k me again. Use me. Fill me while I’m strapped to your wife’s bed like your personal whóre.”
He pressed the thick head of his c**k against her entrance and waited. “Say exactly what you want.”
She blinked up at him. Her eyes were wide and glossy. “I want you inside me while your wife’s toys clamp down on my nípples. I want to be fúcked so thoroughly I forget anyone else ever
