Chapter 155 Emma

• Jefferson shifted in the booth, his cock straining against his pants from the way Emma's pussy had clenched around his fingers earlier.
• He needed more—needed to bury himself in her tight hole right that moment.
• Excusing himself with a casual, "Gotta hit the head," he stood, brushing past her thigh deliberately on his way out. Justin nodded absently, too wrapped up in Sabrina's story about their latest weekend getaway.