I kept one hand gripped possessively high on her thigh, close enough to her sex to sense its warmth on the backs of my fingers. Feed her. Put her in bed. Give her another hour's sleep at least. I was reminding myself of the schedule I'd planned over and over again, but then Sunny would nestle her ass on my lap, making herself comfortable, or huff in annoyance, generous breasts reminding me of their presence, and the impulse to push her down onto the table and watch her ass bounce as I saw to my own pleasure would rise again. She would enjoy herself of course, it was to her taste. It was not
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