Every pulse, even the blood flowing through that thick cock, until it slowed and then stopped. Resting my head on the back of the sofa, I tried to get my breath back. Gently, he slipped from me. I expected him to gather his clothes and go, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, settling us both comfortably on the sofa. “Perfect. You’re perfect,” he said softly after a few minutes. His fingers stroked the gentle curve on the inside of my waist. “So soft.” The hand wandered across my stomach and over the clipped curls between my thighs. With a sigh, I parted my legs. He stroked the still sensitive lips of my pussy, and my clit came to attention. Yeah, perfect was the right word.About the Author:Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and daughter…the true boss of the family.Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shooting, and pole-dancing to name but a few.
