Chapter 35. We Earn Our Pleasures

Olivia shuddered against me, her hands holding my face on both sides now.

I inhaled the new stream of wetness, my dick straining in my pants. 

The urge to stand up right now and sink balls deep into this woman... 

Sticking my tongue out, I ran the pointy tip across her clit, and her moans crossed the boundary of discretion.

I smiled at the thought of any one of the domestic staff hearing her.

Sitting here, tongue-fucking Dean’s wife was both evil and therapy. 

“Eyes on me, Sonsy.”

Olivia looked down at me and gasped as I began to flick in a fast motion.

Her knees were shaking so much I feared she might break her ankles in these sky-high heels.

But I did not tell her to take it off. Women like her hated that. 

She would take it off herself if she could not take it anymore.

Her hands moved from my head to my shoulders, anchoring her whole weight against them and pushing her pussy more into my face.

I