The lust in Seth’s eyes is slowly replaced with wickedness. His hands leave my hips and he helps me straighten myself, fixing his underwear and zipping his pants back up. We say nothing to each other, but as I am about to get off from the kitchen table, he suddenly scoops me up.
“And where do you think you’re going, darling?” he growls close to my ear , his nose buried in my hair as he starts walking.
“To wash up?” I feel myself grow a bit self conscious when his c*m starts dripping.
I feel him chuckle, and he presses a kiss on my head.
“Then let’s get cleaned up first.” he agrees with me as he walks upstairs.
When I’m set on my feet, I expect him to walk out and leave me alone, but he closes the door and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watch him as I start stripping, a bit anxio
