The White Housewives' Slút Club (4)
“Ma'am, I need you on your knees, now” Henry repeated.
For a second, I hesitated, heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. I looked up at him, searching his face. There was no threat in his expression, just a dark hunger. One that mirrored my own. I wanted this. I needed this. And they both knew it.
When I didn't move fast enough, Henry stepped closer, his big hands resting firmly on my shoulders.
“I know what's going on…but can we take things a bit slow?” I asked, licking my lower lip.
“I want to see you on your knees, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing gently until I sank down onto the cool kitchen tiles.
My knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and now I found myself eye-level with the hard bulges pressing against their jeans.
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