Brandi's POV
I scan the room; he's on the bed, my eyes move up his body slowly. His eyes are closed, the Jeans he had on earlier are tossed to the side. His c**k is in his hands, and what a massive c**k it is. My core heats up as he moans and starts stroking faster. The need to touch him is overwhelming, but I stay planted where I am, watching him pleasure himself. My n*****s harden while my core is throbbing like crazy, but I don't dare to move and ruin the moment.
After a few more strokes, he jerks a little and grunts. A grunt I'm familiar with, I've heard it at least six times between last night and this morning. The cologne, his c**k, the sound, I have no doubt in my mind it's him.
Shit, I f****d Gianna's father, and from the way my body is reacting to him m**********g, I cl
