"Okay, I'll forgive you if you spread your legs." Brandon's breath brushed against her sensitive ear, making her turn red. The secret garden between her legs instantly became wet.
Without hesitation, Janet wrapped her arms around Brandon's neck and kissed him.
Brandon kissed her back and made her sit up in bed.
With her legs parted, Janet straddled his waist.
The two kissed like there was no tomorrow, the tips of their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance. Janet moaned slightly, which instantly sparked his desire.
Things were more tempting when the sun went down.
Janet was wearing a silk nightdress, outlining her curvy figure delicately. She sat on Brendan's lean waist, her thin lace underwear brushing against his pajamas.
Brandon stroked Janet's smooth and tender thigh with one hand and rubbed her breast with the other hand through the thin fabric. The two kissed, their breaths intertwined and their bodies hot.
Brandon's fingers finally wandered to Janet's underwear, and he could feel that the fabric had already been soaked through. His fingers tinkered with her labia. Through the thin fabric, he could feel her slight quiver.
Janet threw her head back and moaned, thoroughly enjoying Brandon's touch.
Finally, Brandon took off his pants, revealing the erect cock between his legs.
He slapped her buttocks and commanded in a voice thick with desire, "Sit up on me."
"Are you still mad at me?" Brandon had already started pulling off Janet's wet underwear, and it had gotten stuck between her thighs. Janet looked up at him with glassy eyes, and he knew that she wanted it, too.
Janet reached out and started stroking Brandon's hot cock. This wasn't the first time the two had had sex, but she was still a little nervous as she tried to wrap her small hand around the man's thick penis.
Gritting his teeth, Brandon pinched Janet's chin and forced his lips against hers. At the same time, his hand reached under her nightgown and rubbed her labia. Soon, a finger slipped into her wet pussy. Brandon could feel the clear liquid dripping down the back of his hand.
He could hardly control himself anymore, but he still managed to keep his voice steady. "If you behave, I'll consider forgiving you. Just look at how wet you are."
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