Tuesday
Heath stripped to his skin before dragging one of the armchairs nearer to the cross. He returned and scooped Aislen out of her seat. She laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of his naked body against hers. He sat in the armchair with her on his lap, spreading her legs so that his c**k pressed between the V of hers.
“Oh, look,” she purred, stroking her fingers in a circle over the smooth skin of the head. “I have my very own c**k now.” His c**k was hot, and throbbing with his arousal. It jerked beneath her touch.
“I’ll let you borrow it anytime that you like,” he wrapped his arms around her, leaning her back against his chest.
She turned her face to press her lips against his cleanly-shaven cheek, breathing in the scent of his expensive aftershave.
