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12 || Loving My Brother’s Wife (XII)
Denise doesn’t have to say it twice. I dive on the bed, hands clasped behind my head, dick at attention. She licks her lips again and climbs atop me. “Don’t do anything, okay? Let me do it.”
I can’t help but nod. Denise smiles at me one last time and leans forward to place a kiss on my lips. I try to deepen it but she breaks it off and moves to my neck. Denise scatters feather-like kisses all over my collarbone. Her moves are slow and calculated, kissing every inch of my skin.
My arms sneak around her waist to pull her down on my dick and she pinches my ear. Pain zips through me and she sticks out her tongue, eyes promising to do it again if I disobey her. This is pure fucking torture. It’s hard to keep still but I manage to do so as her hot lips leave kisses all over my naked body. She trails a path from my collarbone to my belly button. My dick jerks.
“Naughty,” Denise says with a grin. Mischief twinkles in her eyes, she pats my dick like it’s a toy and mut
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