MARGARET
I smiled sweetly at Zayn, my fingers continuing their rhythmic dance around his still-hard c**k. "It's still hard, my love," I purred, my voice low and husky. "I think we need another round."
He grinned, his eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. "Another round? You want another round, Margaret? I'll f**k the s**t out of you."
He leaned in, his lips finding mine in a deep, passionate kiss that left me breathless. His tongue explored my mouth, his hands moving possessively over my body. The kiss deepened, his lips moving down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Mmm," I moaned, my body arching against his. His kisses trailed down my chest, his lips brushing against my breasts, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His tongue flicked playfully at my n*****s, harde
