Chapter 38 Good Morning Handsome

• Chapter Thirty Seven
• I merely giggle, and crack one eye to look at him over my shoulder.
• “Unexpected? That’s one way of putting it,” I mewl in an amused tone. But then I do something so dirty that even I’m surprised. I reach one hand between my legs and gently grasp his ball sack, squeezing the soft orbs and milking them to get the last drops of seed out. He groans, dropping his forehead to my sweaty shoulder.