Sixty nine: Steamy kitchen

Saint's pov

She was going to be the end of me. She had no idea the kind of effect she had on me as well and it always drove me crazy.

She was so fucking sexy without even trying so much. She was just so fucking beautiful. I had missed her like crazy these past few weeks and I thought I was going to lose my mind. Cigarettes and alcohol weren't doing much help and I knew on how many occasions I had stroked myself, just thinking of her.

Seeing her react to my touch that way made me excited and when I saw how wet she was and how her nipples were peeking from her shirt, I knew I was not going to be able to control myself.

I felt myself getting hard already and if she had insisted that I stop and she did not want it, I knew the next step was to go over to my room and jerk myself off to the image of her wet pussy.

She just didn't know all these and how she made me feel each time.

And when she had pushed herself up the table and spread her thighs even wider, flashing her fat pussy at me,