RENEE
As Robert dragged me to the heated pool on the yacht, which he’d informed me of earlier, my insides tingled at the same time as I wondered what he would be doing there with me.
It was no longer blank knowledge that I was freaking wet, and even now, as we walked through the cabin, my feet were slippery, and my thighs trembled heavily.
It was taking all I had not to slide my fingers into my panties and relieve myself, but I couldn’t because Robert had warned me not to touch myself again.
He wanted to reward me, and I was anticipating so much already.
Clicking my tongue together, the taste of him earlier still lingered in my mouth, and recalling how I’d had this large brute man wriggling and begging for my touch, my ego swelled up suddenly.
With his erect cock in my hands, my tongue swirling at the tip, I’d given him the best blow job I had ever given any man.
Well, I’d been with just Dylan all my life, but then Robert was a much better upgrade, and our illicit affair was still surprising to me.