Chapter 403. Man and Woman

Proserpina

She blinked and then slowly proceeded to obey him. The slight of her swollen belly should have made him stop but the knowledge that he was responsible for the state she was in, He was the one who had sole control over the delectable body before him, only made him groan in desire.

He was a pervert, a dirty old man, as she described him when she teased him, but he could not care.

Proserpina was like a dr*g and he needed to have her regularly, under him, naked and helpless as he sank his hard shaft into the wetness between her thighs, riding her hard.

Demurely, she stood, before him, subdued now, clad in her just lacy underwear. Her large breasts, full and thrusting, spilt out of the bikini-like bra and through the lace of her panties, he could make out the soft dark curls, the thatch of curls at the junction of her thighs that tantalised him.

“Give me that, little sl*t,’ he commanded and she took off her bra with shaking hands.