I roughly jerk my hand away from this b***h!
“What in the devil’s name were you doing in here with my husband?” Mitch screeches after I snatch my hand away from her.
She is smoking hot with ire and plethora. She is all red from ear to ear. Even her hair is turning red, I think.
“Why? Do we look like we were doing something?” I challenge myself as I sample the cloying scent of our sweet s*x. It smells so good in here, I say.
“Do not play smart with me, b***h! I am too smart to take Lynda for a ride. You two can’t let a single opportunity to fool around slip. I know you two were rolling in the hay in here, weren’t you?” She is almost crying as she rants.
I smirk. I actually laughed out a little. I relish seeing this b***h worked up, but today is different. This is more satisfying. I tho
