…Max was just a few years older than Nia. If she and her husband wanted, they would have a son or daughter of the same age as him, meaning he was really a kid to her. And considering she was Emily's friend, he was somewhat akin to a son to her.
But here she was, lying under his complete mercy, having already surrendered herself to him.
Contrary to what she expected, she didn't feel any shame, but a strange excitement which confused her.
…
Max could feel the changes to her breathing and body and grinned to himself. He hadn't even begun properly but he was already making her forget everything.
His hand folding her breast slowly trailed downwards her mid-section, her smooth belly that had just the slightest bit of plumpness to it and continued moving lower.
