Adrienne
Marcus was still buried deep inside me on the kitchen counter, breathing hard against my neck.
I ran my nails down his back and squeezed my p***y around his c**k. “Mmm… I think I need the chef’s special now.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and amused. “You’re not satisfied yet, Adrienne?”
I smiled and rolled my hips against him. “Not even close. You made me come twice and I still want more. Take me to my bedroom, Chef.”
Marcus groaned, lifted me off the counter without pulling out, and carried me down the hall with my legs wrapped around his waist. Every step made his c**k shift inside me.
“f**k, you feel good,” I moaned against his ear. “So thick. Don’t drop me.”
“I won’t.” He smacked my ass hard. “But if you keep talking dirty I might f**k you agains
