Jesse
I make pasta while Kylie is washing up. I’m just setting it onto the table with some sparkling water, when she comes back into the room wearing nothing but one of my shirts.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Angel, f**k,” I mutter. “Do you want me to f**k you again?”
She laughs as she passes me, trailing her hand across my chest. “Food first, Jesse, then you can f**k me to your heart’s content.”
“You don’t make it easy to keep my hands off you,” I mumble as I open my eyes and smack her ass when I step by her and take my own seat.
I place my napkin on my lap, trying to ignore my rapidly hardening c**k as she sits. The shirt gapes, the first three buttons undone, showing me the full crests of her breasts.
She brings her knee up like she always used to, and it make
