Chapter Fifty-One
Dylan
Torture. Exquisite torture.
TorturetortureJen’s hand was doing wonderful things to my d**k that would not get me off.
Make me impossibly hard? Sure.
But not finish the job.
From a virgin, it was sweet, exploratory foreplay.
My thirty-one-year-old wife knew exactly what she was doing and I was going to love and curse every second of it—especially with making the driver believe we were only cuddling.
exactlyHer hand was soft and warm and perfect. The gentle stroking and teasing, I could almost get used to, but then she’d fondle my balls.
“Jen,” I said in a warning tone.
“Hm?”
“This is not relaxing.”
“Trust me.” She smiled up at me.
“Should’ve ordered a limo,” I grumbled.
She giggled and gave my d**k a friendly squeeze like she was shaking hands.
Brief r
