Chapter Thirty-One
Jesse
Charlie stood before me. Her blouse had fallen open, or rather I’d nearly shredded it. Her n*****s were damp and pink, taut from my attentions. She sat before me on the kitchen counter with nothing on other than a scrap of black silk that passed for panties and her blouse hanging loosely from her shoulders. Her breath rose and fell in quick little pants. She’d torn my fly open. My c**k throbbed as she curled her palm around it and shoved my briefs down around my hips.
I let out a low groan as she swiped her thumb across the top, catching a drop of pre-c*m. Looking up at me, she lifted her hand and drew her thumb into her mouth. My knees nearly gave out when she swirled her tongue around the end of her thumb, her eyes locked with mine, silver flashing in the stor
