Chapter 43
- He started with one finger, slipping into her entrance slowly as she rocked her hips against his thigh, trying to gain some purchase against her throbbing clit.
- She sighed, burying her face into his shoulder. “Do you have a condom?”
- “What?” he breathed, his nose burying into the top of her head as he thrust his finger as far as it could go, earning a little cry from Roxanne. “We’re at a wake.”