Sandy’s POV
I arched my body, rubbing my aching center against his c**k that was resting on my lower abdomen. I could feel the weight of his c**k and I wanted it in me. I wanted to be filled by it again. It didn’t help that he was kissing me like he was hungry and dying of thirst. He was devouring me with so much passion that my limbs went limp on the table.
I moaned when his hand moved from my waist to my p***y, which he cupped above my panty. I gasped in his mouth when he rubbed the palm of his hand on my covered p***y.
“Already so wet for me. Such a needy p***y you’ve got, wifey,” he whispered and started peppering kisses from my cheeks to my neck, where he sucked and nibbled. “Your tight p***y must be so soaked from me just kissing you.”
I moaned at the way my p***y throbbed from h
