Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
How am I supposed to form full sentences when he’s touching me like this?!
“Should I help you with the zipper?” Robert presses an open-mouthed kiss against my nape, and my breathing turns labored, my n*****s tightening into painfully hard points. “Or should I loosen you up first?”
I can feel the slick juices coating my p***y, and when my head falls back against his shoulder, Robert slowly inserts a finger inside me. My lips part in a groan, and I can see him watching me in the mirror through my half-open eyelids.
The hunger on Robert’s face is feeding my own.
His finger moves within me, and he bites my earlobe, commanding, “Eyes open. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
It’s hard not to obey when his voice is so authoritative.
Seeing his finger move i
