Chapter 212 The Wife He Ignored Ch9

• He’s still on the floor when she climbs over him — his own come smeared across his chest, her slick drying on his chin, his cock flushed and straining again because for her there’s no limit, no end.
• She’s still wearing the little red dress — bunched up around her hips, the thin straps fallen down her arms. She can feel him staring at her nipples, tight and flushed, bouncing every time she shifts her hips just out of his reach.
• He’s never looked so wrecked.