When I hired her, Erin pointed out that if she became serious with another man, we would have to revisit our relationship. She wore one of my band T-shirts that looked baggy on her; the collar had slipped off one shoulder, leaving it bare. Mature sex “We’re okay.”
Then a thought struck me. What about Danni? Then she looked back down at me, her mix of normal and dreadlocked hair falling around the both of us like a curtain as she said, “Lots of rough sex. “I specifically asked…”
Emily looked like she was on the verge of tears. Fuck. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“‘Fraid so,” Erin said. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
I stared into her dark eyes for a full ten seconds and then leaned down to brush my lips on hers. Erin told me I’d like what I found in here.”
“Ah,” she said, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock as she positioned her hips over it.
