Jul 24, 2020
@trophywifepeyton | Cont.
Malcolm pistoned his hips roughly, groaning low in his throat. “You’ll get what you deserve, Princess,” he groaned. He caught his husband’s lips in a rough kiss, nipping at his lower lip. Even after being together for as long as they had been, Peyton still felt perfect around him. Tight and hot and perfect. He pushed Peyton’s legs further apart so he could slide just that much deeper inside of him. “I’m going to breed you full. Make sure you feel me for days,” he growled.