Marina leaned back slightly, her eyes searching mine, her voice softening just a fraction, though the mischief never left her gaze. "What do you think, Dexter…?" she asked, her fingers tracing down my chest, her touch light, teasing.
"Don't worry…" she purred, her voice dropping to a whisper, "she's not a granny…" Her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming.
"She's the same age as Eleanor…" She paused, letting the words sink in, letting the implications settle over me. "And they're both even friends…"
The possibilities unfurled in my mind, dark, twisted, intoxicating.
The thought of seducing Kevin's mother—of using her, of breaking her—sent a shiver down my spine, my cock throbbing with a new kind of lust, a new kind of need.
And Marina? She knew it. She could see it in my eyes, could feel it in the way my body tensed, my breath hitching with the thrill of it.
