A Week At The Beach: A Hotwife Romance - Plot & Excerpts
I jumped back, cold water dripping from my face onto my bare chest. "I needed to cool off," I answered, my eyes running up and down her almost nude body, pausing at the place he'd touched her thigh. "Is that it?" she asked. She was smiling, but I could tell she wasn't laughing inside. "That's it," I replied, swallowing a little louder than I would have liked. "So you haven't changed your mind, then?" Her question sounded so sincere. Almost like a challenge. My cock puled. "No." "Hmm," she mused, twirling a finger in her hair again. It was too much. I had to have her. I was stiff as an iron rod. Moving towards her through the bathroom, I pressed my body close, pushing her against the wall. My hand found the thin strip of material covering her pussy and I yanked it to one side. As I sank a finger between the folds of her softest flesh, I found her to be completely soaked.
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