Jesse
Grabbing dessert, I bring it into the living room and take another trip for plates before cutting the cake and serving it. After I sit, I let my hand drift to Kylie’s thigh under the table as I take a bite. She leans into my touch as she eats.
When we’re through, I clean up and everyone sits around, drinking and talking. Kylie brings the cake into the kitchen as I’m wiping my hands on a dish towel. While she’s distracted, I flick the vibrator back on. She almost drops the cake as she stumbles into the fridge with a moan. Her head snaps up, and she spots me watching her like a predator.
“Come here, Angel,” I demand.
She tries to resist, but I press the pulsating button on my phone, and with a moan, she staggers over to me, her eyes wild and body shaking in arousal.
Grabbing her,
