11. Finding Lust Again
It took her long enough to notice the trap. That traitorous sound! Her head screamed.
A knowing smirk slackened his lips as his bored into hers.
"Now tell me, on a scale of 100, how wet is that p***y, sugar girl?" He asked.
A bristling blush creeping onto her cheeks, she kept her thighs locked together in a silent oath not to move an inch ever again.
"I'm just all sweaty all over— she paused, drawing her head back in perplexity before she turned to him.
"Why am I even explaining myself? It's none of your business." She added.
With his stare glued to her thighs, he found the drenched spot of her fabric, and his heartbeat raced in excitement.
Who knew his ex-wife still had the hots for him? Then again, he had been her first, one and only. The
