Her small breasts were naked, nipples hard. My pussy clenched on his dick. “So big.”
“Would your husband approve?” growled Thrak, his rough hands rubbing up and down my back, and sides. She did have a way to negate my magic. “I’m his wife. I didn’t miss them when we were apart. Take it or leave. I shuddered, my pillowy tits heaved and then the pleasure retreated. Her hand let me go as she rose, her breasts heaving. She licked her lips, sucking in deep breaths. I want to feel it, Thrak.”
Even saying the name, pretending it was the real Thrak and not my husband, sent a shudder through me. I pumped in and out of her silky flesh. The woman’s thighs tightened about her face. “Yours. The hammock creaked, swinging slightly, moving my pussy an inch up his cock.
