Insatiable

Andre Quinn hadn't been bluffing.

After they'd had a heavy meal of grilled chicken with roasted vegetables and rice which he had ordered himself along with a bottle of wine, she had surprisingly regained most of her strength, and found her way to the bathroom albeit her thighs were sore.

He had joined her in the hot shower, flooding her pussy again with one look at his glorious masculinity. Her clit had started to throb again, and while he had stood behind her, leathering his body, his dick had begun to rise.

Under the showers, he had initiated another hot kiss, fingering her throbbing womanhood before his lips had moved down to suckle her firm perky tits. She had found herself moaning, wanting him again, her body trembling for his touch.

And Andre had of course come prepared with protection on the sink which he had picked up and in the