Chapter 89 Hands Deep Under The Dinner Table

• ~Zion’s POV~
• She let out a breath, and at that moment, I turned my head to look at her and smiled. She was punishing me right, and I will punish her in front of these people. As I kept an eye on her, I saw that she kept rolling her eyes as if she was seeing stars. However, I am certain that she is hallucinating and seeing stars. She attempted to eat in peace, but I apprehended her. As I continued to stroke her, my finger wound its way deeper into her cunt, and I witnessed the unbridled hunger that was in her eyes. She craved my company, but all I could think of was torturing her. It’s time for her to put an end to the silly game she’s been playing with Grandma. I’d give anything to be with my wife right now. The objective of this assignment is to arouse her sexual desire and then force her to beg for it. But despite this, I’m very sure I’ll be the one who has to beg. As she relaxed farther into the chair and spread her legs apart, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Perhaps I ought to stop, but at the same time, I was intrigued to see what her orgasm face would seem like in front of the rest of the family. After that, I started to pump so vigorously that she shook under the table. I continued to do this for a while. Oh, my Lady Archer. She squeezed her knuckles firmly together and closed her eyes shut! Her pussy was now firmly grasping my finger, and the pressure was increasing to the point that I wanted to pull the finger out and stop halfway through the process. But it was like the babies were helping her to grip my hand.
• Children, we need to discipline your mother. It is not papa’s sausage, but rather a finger. Don’t help her grip it!