Chapter 165 A2
- A low sound escaped Jack, part growl, part approval. His fingers curled into the fabric of the briefs and pulled them down. The slide of cotton over Emy’s exposed skin was excruciating. He was fully hard, and his cock strained against the cold granite.
- Jack’s hand smoothed over the curve of his ass before he landed a slap on the smooth skin.
- The sound cracked through the quiet flat.