"Look at you," I murmured, my voice a dark purr against her ear, my fingers pinching her nipples harder, my cock rubbing against her clit with deliberate slowness. "Still so wet for me. Still so needy." My lips brushed against her neck, my voice a dark tease. "Even now. Even here."
Nathalie's body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the shame and pleasure warring inside her. "I-I'm sorry—!" she sobbed, her voice trembling, her fingers clutching at my arms as if she could stop me. But she couldn't. She was mine. And I wasn't done with her yet.
My cock throbbed against her, my hands gripping her tits possessively as I held her above her son, my voice a dark growl in her ear. "
You should be." I pressed my cock harder against her clit, my fingers twisting her nipples, my lips brushing against her skin. "But you're not sorry enough to stop, are you?"
