“Do you want to see all the gross bits? Don already summarised them for court.”
Court? It barely registered. What the hell was Carissa doing? They’d been married for eight years, dated for over a year before that, and Carissa had never shown the slightest interest in women. Had she? Before Brax, she’d been dating a frat boy, some economics major whose daddy owned a house in the Hamptons.
“Let it play.”
Carissa was really into this. It was clear that she knew her way around the female body, and not just her own. Although she was still content to lie back and let someone else do the hard work. The redhead was down to black lace panties and thigh-high stockings now, her head buried between Carissa’s legs. Brax took a sip of water to moisten his dry mouth, wishing it were Scotch. Who the he
