~~Braxton~~
I snap the glove onto my hand, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She flinches just a little, her eyes darting to my fingers like she already knows where they’re going.
Fuck, she looks nervous—and that makes her even more delicious. Married, trembling, lying here in that flimsy garment that does nothing to hide her curves.
And now she’s mine to touch under the excuse of medicine.
“Spread your legs for me, Olivia,” I said calmly, my voice the voice of a professional.
But inside my head, I’m already growling. Yes… spread them. Let me see that married p***y, untouched in months. I’ll be the first to feel how tight you still are.
She hesitates, cheeks burning, then obeys. Slowly, reluctantly, those thighs part, and I almost choke at the sight.
The thin garment rides up,
