Proof Of Pleasure
He leaves proof that he pleased her.
He slid his hands up her dress and probed her intimately with his fingers. “You’re drenched,” he said, licking her juices off one finger and offering her the other. She seductively sucked her nectar from it and asked, “Then what are you waiting for?” He raised an eyebrow, spread her legs, and slid inside her, coating his cock with her honey. Their bodies moved in an erotic rhythm until they exploded together. He pulled ou...