Gomez

The show she put on at the breakfast table left me so stiff in the pants that I had to pull away from her to handle my business.

Of course, it did nothing to quench the fire of desire, because I pumped my cock to the image of her spreading her legs in front of me, touching herself.

I inhaled deeply, the view of her pink pussy lips opening up to me, glistening with her wetness. She was dripping wet; her juices had even left an imprint on the chair.

Restraint—it was my restraint that made me not lap it up like a ravenous dog. That didn’t mean I...