Chapter 129 Some Words Are So Hard To Say

• Charles’ hand slid across my wet skin in between my legs. He turned me and bent me over. And I braced my hands on the tile on the floor.
• He pressed his hard tip against my crease and then gripped my hips, shoving himself inside. I moaned and pressed my hips back into him.
• Rather than a solid rhythm like he usually did, he would thrust deeply a few times, then tease the outer edges with the head of his penis. Then he’d glide back and forth before a rapid series of little thrusts.