The lust that had just died down roared back fiercer than ever before. A sharp, tingly itch crept up my fingertips and seeped straight into my core, forcing a whimper out of my throat.
Panic clawed at me at the thought of Charles catching us, and I wanted to tell Brian to stop, but my body kept betraying me, desperate to give in to the feeling.
The white-hot pleasure of being filled so completely struck me right to the soul.
I could feel the fire burning hotter and hotter under my skin. With every hard, deep thrust, a little bump rose in my lower belly, soft and burning hot.
Glancing at the reflection in the metal shelf, I saw my clothes were barely hanging on me. My full figure, pressed tight against Brian, looked downright obscene.
Soft rustles of Charles sorting through adult toys
