Claiming His Son's Séxy Girlfriend (5)
With her bréasts already bared from the open front of her athletic top, Vera slowly lifted the fabric over her head and let it fall to the floor. Her skin glowed under the light, soft and flushed, her chest rising with each breath. She reached for the waistband of her skirt, fingers hooking the edge, but Ron stopped her with a low command.
“Wait right there.”
He stepped up behind her. His hands came around her waist, palms gliding up her stomach, smooth and trembling beneath his touch. He looked straight at Peter, locking eyes with the younger man as his hands slid beneath Vera’s full bréasts.
“You like touching her like this, boy?”
Peter swallowed. “Yeah. Of course.”
“Gets your c**k hard?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Makes you want to f**k her, huh?”
“Yes,
