Chapter 10“I guess you are a bit sensitive and ticklish after all, hmm?” said Blythe, then went back to sucking his big c**k.
Still shivering and squirming on the sofa, Wolfe cradled her face in his hands. “Damn it, sweetheart, you proved it…you proved it…”
“Proved what?” she asked, lacquering her lips with more drops of ejaculate from the crown of his still-quivering p***s.
He stroked her cheeks with his fingertips. “Now…now I know why your friend…Antoinette Pope…uses you as her…story inspiration.”
She licked her lips, then sucked the knob of his c**k, draining him of yet another drop of c*m and making him gasp.
Damn it, she thought, noting how his erection had showed no signs of deflating. There was certainly something to be said for being with a virile, younger man. Not since high
