Feeling her like that, soft, eager, and full of yearning, Christian once again tugged at her ponytail a little roughly, pulling her face back just enough to see her eyes, and for her lips to part from his.
With a heat-filled gaze, he murmured, "Do you think Olivia has any idea how addicted to my dick, her mother has become?"
Christian was not fan of such a dirty talk, but tonight, at this moment, he strangely wanted their sex time, to feel more immoral… more depraved.
"No… she doesn't…" Eva's voice quivered, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "But she might… if you keep going."
And even as she spoke, her hips never stopped moving.
Chuckling at that, Christian continued teasing Eva with the head of his cock, brushing against her slick folds without entering her fully. He let her ache for him, kept her starving for the fullness she craved, before he suddenly said, "You know? Olivia still hasn't called me 'dad.' Maybe you could demonstrate what that sounds like for her."
