63. Cucks

Sage

Laila was lying on the bed next to me, her tongue moving rhythmically in my mouth and her soft lips pressed against mine while she wore a dark green lacy lingerie set. I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache between them and kissed her back, my hands traveling down the curves of her body.

Since she and her girlfriends returned to the high-rise apartment earlier for an early brunch, Laila had been observing me like some sort of prey while Constantino had been at work all day. I was the housekeeper, as her friends would say.

However, we were both aware that I did not tidy anything in this house.

We only made it dirty together. That is all.

“God,” Laila murmured against me. “I’m so glad that they’re gone. I couldn’t wait another moment to get you alone.” She moved her hands down my body, undoing my bra and tugging it off me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night with Constantino.”

I felt her lacy panties were soaked for me as I dipped my fingers down