She stares at me intently still on her knees with her body between my thighs. My p***y glistens with wetness from the wild touch she has given me.
Her eyes beg me to comply with her, to give into her. Only, I cannot do anything until we have our situation resolved. As much as it pains me to do this, I can’t sleep with her... a second time apparently.
“We need to talk Mrs. Petrovo,” she stares at me as if I had two horns on the top of my forehead.
“I no longer hold any ownership to that name,” she says with such hostility in her voice that I even want to back down and crawl into some hole. Nevertheless, I stand my ground and face her head on because I know we have a lot to talk about.
“Then what do I call you then?”
“Ms. Stromboli.”
“No matter, we still need to talk,” I couldn’t ignor
