Liam was so aroused when he saw how focused his wife's face was on finding pleasure over him, as well as feeling her silky walls trying to squeeze him dry. They all made Liam even more tempted to break off the tie in his wrist.
Gah... he closed his eyes to control his mounting desire. It felt so tight, wet, and warm inside her. His senses grew thinner with each passing second, with every movement of his wife's lithe hips–
Liam wanted a little more… faster… it was not enough–
"Oh!" Harriet was surprised when Liam lifted his hips, in rhythm with the movement of her hips, pressing the innermost part of her. "Milord..."
Harriet realized that her moves wouldn't be enough to satisfy Liam at this point. She wasn't a monster who could pound her hips up and down like her husband, and at the sam
