His deft fingers teased my swollen pearl as he dived from behind into my desperate folds. All seven delicious inches of his hardness filled my depths, teasing my G-spot with each stroke.
Every deeper thrust brought me closer to the edge until I screamed in bliss, my core convulsing around him. His warm seed spilled inside me, mixing with my release as I rode the waves of ecstasy.
“The rumours about you, Sir Casanova, are true,” I said as I watched him pull up his pants, eager to leave before my husband returned home.
