Mrs Vandermeer's Rules
“Of course I do. Why would you even ask?” I answered breathlessly, feeling the welcome warmth of desire kissing the insides of my thighs. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.
“You make me want to do bad things to you, baby.”
“I like it when you do bad things to me, Mrs. Vandermeer.”
She smiled wickedly, her gaze holding mine as I trembled against her, rubbing my wet pussy against her thigh and letting out a fevered moan of desire. She kiss...