Tempted by the séxy MILF next door. (8)
Behind me, I heard the low scrape of a chair.
“Tonia…” Donald’s voice was rough and lazy, like his throat had been used. He sounded wrecked.
I turned my head, looking over my shoulder. He was sitting at the table, legs spread wide, posture loose but heavy with need. His cóck rested against his thigh, already starting to swell again, glistening slightly from the mess we’d made earlier.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, that same ravenous hunger swimming in them, the kind that said he wasn’t close to being finished. He looked like a man who had been thoroughly used and still wanted more.
“You girls expect me to eat like this?” he muttered, voice hoarse, dragging his gaze across all three of us like he couldn’t decide where to look first.
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