Twenty-Five: Locked Up

FLEKI

“Where’s him?”

“I don’t know,” followed by squeaky laughter and girlish giggles.

“Come on, he’s your son, why won’t you know where he is?”

“He’s a little devil full of mischief, and come on, do you want to keep talking about that brat or do you want to fuck me?”

“Stop it, Carlisle, we need to go and look for him, he’s a young lad, and fuckkk,” the man’s words trailed off into a groan as the woman’s hand fisted him through his clothes and she started stroking him.

“We have all the time to do this,” she intensified her stroking and the man’s harsh groans filled the room and his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his skull in pleasure.

“We can do this and you want to talk about some spoilt brat,” she pulled him closer, seduction in her eyes as she gazed up at him with a teasing smile on her lips. She dropped to her knees and she slowly freed him from his trousers so his dick was starting right in her face.

“Do you want to do this?” She slowly kissed the tip, licking the precum away