I keep pumping my finger into her until she finishes cumming, then I roll off the bed. She should be satisfied now.“Wait,” she says, panting. “D...on't you want to – ”“Snuggle? No, I'm taken.”“I mean don't you want to cum.”“It doesn't matter if I cum.” It's half true. No one's made me cum in a year. Most of them don't even try; it's just about me fulfilling my end of the deal. I appreciate her asking either way.I put on a set of dry clothes. The mayor blows me a kiss, and I'm gone. A few hours. Then I asked her to clean her face on the toilet, I suddenly went and took my mobile, Kiran send a message, “How is my wife “I replayed to his message in one word “Slut “ and kept my mobile, I know if someone call she might get the doubt, because its recording, she might caught, suddenly I put mobile in flight mode and turn and sat on the bed with my erected cock.Then she came from washroom and came to me. He can see her back side I kept my hand on her ass cheeks and press and show to Kiran,. Pinching both, she then pulled them roughly, causing me to yelp then whimper. I noticed the Ivy now stretched to my breasts. Curling around my nipples. Then, it coiled, squeezing my chest painfully.Testing the plant, I tried once more to pull away. But it only rewarded me with a tighter grip. My mouth hung open as I panted. Ferah’s hand found my tongue and stroked her, some sweet flavor clinging to her digits. Her fingers lingered for a moment more before she stepped away, leaving only the ivy. "She nods to my whisper, the muscles in her legs relaxing, coming down from her chest as I lean into her, kissing her slowly once more before lifting her and taking her down onto the rug in front of the crackling fire. Her hair spirals into a curling pool of auburn flames beneath her as the light from the flames burnishes her ivory skin, and arousal causing her neck and cheeks to flush as I descend over her, my lips claiming hers once more as her hands pull me closer again. She doesn't stop me.