133 Hidden Knowledge

She would make sure her husband would get the best massage in his entire lifetime tonight.

Luna blinked slowly as she peered at him beneath her lashes, toying with the neck of the orange extract bottle and stroking it upwards then downwards.

She made sure her husband see it, imagining her hands on her cock, wishing her fingers were on him instead of the poor bottle as a demonstration.

The way his large blue eyes twinkled, darkening into a deeper indigo shade as he stared into her hand playing with the bottle, would be the death of her.

Luna was nervously ecstatic when she had elicited the reaction she needed from Apollyon.

She was so close to moaning just from the sight itself.

Luna felt her quim clench at something that should be inside her before it dampened with her juices.

How can her husband make her feel so wet by just staring at her with hunger? 

Luna's braies would be soaked before they even get to the good part.