ZOEY
“Oh, Rayden! What are you doing? I was just kidding!” I playfully groaned as my husband teased me between my legs. The sensation was so delightful that I couldn't help but hold onto his head.
He looked up at me and joked, "Well, you can't make fun of me, Mrs. Zoey Harris."
His tongue continued to work its magic, leaving me speechless.
"Oh, Honey, you still have a meeting," I managed to mutter.
"I've already started it, hon. I don't want to keep you waiting," he replied, planting a kiss on my neck.
I stopped protesting and simply enjoyed the intimate moment with my partner. My moans grew louder as he gently inserted a finger inside me.
"Oh, Rayden," I whispered breathlessly, gripping his hair. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, bringing me to the peak of pleasure.
As I
