Simran

“Need help, kitten?” a husky voice whispers.

“You like my taste?” I purr.

His eyes flash open before turning wild, and he smirks. “You’re my favorite flavor in the world, wifey.”

“Oh god!” I whimper when he shoves two of his fingers to the hilt.

Finger fucking me ruthlessly, he barks, “Not God. Your husband.”