“With my pleasure.”

 

Brent kissed Beverley’s forehead. He rubbed his cock against the surface of her pussy several times. She let out a stifled moan. Her eyes looked up at him longingly.

 

He swore Beverley looked so beautiful right then. Her mouth opened weakly. Her expression and the look in her eyes were so indicative of her thirst. Brent became even more eager to possess her.

 

Slowly, he began to guide his cock into her hole. Brent wasn’t sure it would work right away. Instead, he was afraid it would hurt Beverley.

 

“If it hurts, tell me,” he whispered.

 

Beverley nodded slowly. Her heart continued to beat fast. Her hands...