Finally, she ended it. “Cade. That’s enough now,” she pulled her eyes from Sisco and concentrated on the man who had his face buried between her legs. “Enough,” she repeated. “Take your measurement and pull this thing out of me.”
Cade reluctantly leaned back. He adjusted the fit of the tape measure and studied the scale. “Six and seven-eighths,” he said.
“You need to write it down?”
“No,” he said and carefully extracted the steel tape from the hold of her v****a. “But now I need you to measure me.”
“Oh Cade, no...” Kathrine pleaded, but he had already dropped his zipper.
He had a workman-like p***s. Not exceptionally long, but as thick as a ketchup bottle.
Kathrine conceded; anything to get him out of her bedroom. She got to her knees and holding him in her fingers, she ran the tape
