It was past midnight, when Ameelah felt Darmiel’s hands, gently massaging her breast. He was also kissing her neck from time to time.
“Darmiel, what are you doing?” she whispered, avoiding to wake up their son on her other side.
“Babe, I can’t control it this time. I badly missed you and I want you now,” Darmiel’s voice was full of passion, his hand started to glide down until it got inside her underwear.
“Darmiel, stop,” she murmured but her resistance was weak and Darmiel could feel it. He did not listen to her, instead he stood up and then carried her to the nearby sofa.
He let her sit on the sofa and before she could move, he already parted her legs and in seconds his mouth was on top of her secret gem, his tongue teasing her, lapping her while her panty was still on.
Ameelah cou
