Chapter One Hundred- Thirty Eight

He turned and held her back to the wall and thrust into her pussy with reckless abandon until he lowered her to the ground, his cock begrudgingly sliding out of her with an audible wet sucking noise.

The look of sexual satisfaction and desire on her face, her eyebrows narrowed challengingly, she lifted herself up onto the table and spread her legs wide as she sucked her two fingers and then slowly forced them into her tight dripping snatch.

He saw the look of need on her face and in her eyes. She needed him to fuck her. She craved to have a thick cock pumping in and out of her little pussy. But, that look, Roth Dimitri had just gotten stuck at that.

He had seen and ignored that look on Tristan’s face various times. Inside his heart, he knew that Tristan was bound to make a move sooner or later. He knew that Tristan had waited a long while before doing it.

Suddenly, Roth’s heart was just not into it. The thing that he loved doing the most in the world, he was suddenly uninterested in