Chapter Sixty-Nine: Red Pepper Chilli Flakes

His shaft in his hand was moist, soaked with pre-liquid that had seeped at Alba’s breathy voice, perhaps even before that, perhaps it had begun when he anticipated calling. Yet, he had convinced himself that he was not animalistic enough to pleasure himself to her voice while she was unaware.

Had he known she would do it regardless, then…

His hand pumped his shaft faster, picturing how she looked as she touched herself, had she buried her phone between her head and shoulder to use both hands? Had she used one hand, did she sink her fingers into her folds, and if so, how many fingers did she use? How wide did she part her legs? Did she expose her breasts to touch them?

Did she think of him? Imagine him fondling the juicy mounds and slipping between her thighs to taste her.

A groan escaped him as his seed flooded his hand.

It took a minute for the high of the orgasm to leave him and for it to be replaced by the throbbing of his thigh.

The mention of her announcing her fiancé to those sh