“Should I call my teammates down here and let them watch as I make you come?” he adds, slipping his fingers inside and groaning at how dripping wet I already am. “Fuck, I think you would like that,” he grits, massaging my pussy gently, and my eyes flick to the stairs in a panic. “Joshua, they could come down at any minute,” I gasp, as he brushes his fingers against my clit. “Isn’t that what you want?” he purrs, licking a strip of skin up my neck, and I tip my head back to give him more access. “What happened to my jealous, psycho husband,” I pant, not wanting to be caught, yet not caring if we
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