Chapter 8
He was rewarded with a whimper, but Jenny countered his assault with one of her own, tightening her grip around his throbbing cock, sliding her thumb across the pre-come already dripping from the tip. Ashley nibbled along the ripe curve of breast exposed by her dress, inwardly smiling when her nails began digging into his back.
“You’re playing with fire,” Jenny warned. “Because I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. And sometimes—” she pulled his head back up and licked a path to his ear “—that takes all night.”
“I think I can handle that,” Ashley said, pushing her thong out of the way.