"You haven't answered me yet, Brenda," Ross reminded her, his voice deep and unhurried, a teasing glint in his eyes as he watched the beautiful woman between his legs.
Brenda seemed almost entranced, her gaze fixed on his massive cock, her fingers absentmindedly stroking along his thick shaft without thought.
She looked utterly spellbound, as if the sight of him alone had stolen her ability to think.
It took her a moment to even realize he had spoken.
Blinking rapidly, Brenda shook herself free from the daze, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shame and helpless arousal.
She lifted her gaze, meeting Ross's with a vulnerable look before she swallowed hard, her voice barely more than a desperate whisper.
"No... don't bring my husband into this. Please," she said, her plea soft but genuine, thick with emotion.
