Darrelle's POV
I stood there getting my fill, loving the way she looked, my eyes traveled over every inch of her body.
"And Trish said that I would never use this trenchcoat," she said softly and I chuckled as her eyes went to my d**k that was already hard she smiled as if she had accomplished her goal, I knew she loved to be in control.
"I haven't even touched you yet," she said in wonder moving closer to me, rubbing my d**k through my joggers I groaned as my d**k pulsed against her palm.
I already felt as if I was about to c*m from her just touching me, she leaned forward her other hand moving up my chest to wrap around my neck pulling me into a kiss.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I gave her control since it would probably be the last time she had it today.
Who was I f*****g
