17: A little game
Michael clenched his jaw and reached down for the wandering hand that was making its way inside his pants. He kicked her wetness off his fingertips before smirking at her and holding both her wrists together.
"Seems you want it more." he said and Marlene just arched her eyebrows at her.
"What are you talking about? I can prove to you that you want it just as much." She struggled to free her hand but as always, a battle of strength was one that she could never win.
Instead of letting her go, he wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted her off the ground before turning around and placing her on the counter top.
His hands made their way to her inner thighs, his fingertips dangerously close to her sweet spot.
The counter was cold, or maybe her body was on
