Watching his cock inside me, I lift myself up on my elbows. I gasp, “You feel great!”

He pulls halfway out and thrusts shallowly, making me shut my eyes. “Grace, you enjoy my cock in your pussy? You're greedy.”

“Yes.” I groan and pluck my nipples and breasts. He promised to fuck me, but he's teasing and driving me insane. “Hurry. He may awaken.”

“Nope, not hurrying.” He sags into me, then retreats. “Grace! Orgasming doesn't moisten your husband's cock. You're not feeling well because of Darren's cock. You're not clamoring for his cock.”

I love his nasty, cruel phrases. I slump back onto the sofa and rub his arms...