Kevin’s POV
Jane’s voice came out surprisingly steady when she answered her husband.
“No, honey, we’re fine! The popcorn is almost ready and I’m still finishing the pies. Give us a few more minutes!”
I stayed crouched behind her, heart hammering, my face inches from her soaked p***y. The risk made my c**k throb painfully hard in my jeans. Charles was right there, just around the corner. One wrong move and everything would explode. But I couldn’t stop now.
Jane’s legs were shaking slightly. She was still bent slightly over the counter. I reached up, scooped a big dollop of whipped cream from the bowl she had been using on the pies, and smeared it thickly over her swollen p***y lips and c**t.
She gasped sharply, her hand gripping the edge of the island.
I leaned in and dragged my tongu
