Chapter 250

He brushed his lips against the back of her neck and whispered, “Your wine, Genevieve. What time does your husband get home?”

Fearing the worst, Genevieve turned, facing Quinn, immediately confronted with his masculine presence. “Please don’t,” she whispered.

“Don’t what?” Quinn said.

Genevieve shivered. “Don’t tell my husband,” she whispered again.

“Tell him what? What could I possibly tell him?”

Feeling Quinn’s cock begin to harden against her stomach, she shivered and turned again to face the stove. Quinn brushed his lips against the back of her neck again. Quinn laughed and went back to the living room where he took a seat.

The scent of the arousal of Isabelle and Genevieve began permeating the house and soon Nat and Quinn responded the way wolves always responded to wet pussy. Their erections jutted proudly from their groins. Isabelle had finished giving everyone their water and sat down facing their big cocks. Did she start to drool a little