Chapter 72 Rough Play

• His hand went to her nipple—two fingers—and he twirled it in between his fingers. The tiny nubs were hard already and protruding.
• Quin brought her tongue out, licking her lips with it. She fucking wanted more.
• "Look at her," he said with a low growl, his words vibrating through Quin's back as she pressed her against the cushion of the sofa. He didn't look at his wife, his eyes fixed on the TV screen and face showing complete interest in the program while he was assaulting Quin’s bud mercilessly with his hand. "She's out. Three sips and she's out for tonight."