Emilia walked out of the bathroom in a black nightie looking flushed and soft. Her hair fell around her body in seductive ringlets, as her brown eyes sparkled. Carter licked his lips feeling his heart race seeing her in the tight lace. He could see she wasn't wearing a bra, and a lace thong.
Her n*****s visibly poking through the flimsy material. Groaning low in his throat, Carter could only muster, "Fuck." Emilia blushed and looked down nervous.
Tara and Ophelia had rushed her up here and told her what needed to happen to seal the deal. Screw Carter's brains out and make sure he knows he belongs to her. And that way the club whores would also know who he belongs to.
And believe it or not, it was Tara that gave this bluntly descriptive way of putting the "old lady/ old man" version o
