54-Prelude to the storm

"Call me hubby." Brent repeated what he had just said. He reached out and gently pinned Hermosa's sweat-soaked hair behind her ear. She squirmed herself with unbearably. He, however, stopped his own movements.

Hermosa's thoughts were still floating on a cloud, as if she were bound in a mist by huge tentacles. She was on the verge of being unable to think.

"Sir, you..." The man in front of her suddenly stopped moving and insisted that she call him ' hubby'. She looked up into Brent's eyes as if she had been pushed back into the real world by those nameless tentacles, confused. Her eyes were still tinged with the pink seduction of lust.

Brent knew of course what Hermosa was surprised about, but he didn't explain, and at the moment there was no way to explain, "Be a good girl, you call me hubby again and I'll make you more comfortable, okay?"

He stroked his hands naughtily over her buttocks a few times before using both hands to pull her calves down with increasing force.He fucked de