“Sorry,” I said, jerking my hand away.
“Are you ready to f**k me again?” she asked. “Because I’m clean and I want to get dirty.”
This time I wound up on my back and she climbed on top of me. It was the fast, desperate f**k like the first time, but slower and done for pure enjoyment of the act.
At first.
After a few minutes of her on top and Adrian watching respectfully, she leaned forward, dragging her t**s on my chest, before turning her head to her husband. “You know what to do, dear.”
He didn’t answer her at all but simply went down between our legs where I really couldn’t see him and then I sensed his face down between our legs. Gwen stopped moving and had a satisfied expression on her face. “He’s rimming me.”
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. This is the first time he’s don
