“Now little wife, where do you think you were going?” Dario ran a finger up and down the thin fabric of my g-string as he licked up my inner thigh.
“The kitchen to get a glass of water.” Sounds plausible…
He chuckled into my skin before he nipped my thigh just below the pulsing in my core. The pulsing that was screaming for his attention.
“I don’t believe you, wife.” He nipped the other side making me squeak and try to move away.
"Stop it." I tried… and failed. “Well, there’s no trust then husband. That’s very disappointing.” Ha! “Ow!” And he nipped my c**t through the thin material.
OK, it didn’t actually hurt, but still that was not very nice… or could be.
He chuckled as he pulled the fabric to the side, including my folds and sucked my c**t into his mouth.
Stars… glorious stars.
