Mike O'Hare (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} techpreacher) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} newdublinrp, |
Had any blood flowed to his brain, and not to that length of his that throbbed and ached with pent up desire, Mike might have noticed that someone had gotten a peek into their private moment. However luckily for the prying eyes Jimmy had enthralled the man completely, and all his glazed over gaze could focus on was the sight of his beautiful wife. He had missed her badly over the last few weeks; plans, family, physical rehab, and work seemingly keeping the two apart at every opportunity. Here and now though they belonged only to each other, and that wicked tongue of hers held him spellbound.
In truth Rigs hadn't even noticed that they were home, or that the car had parked itself. All he knew was that Jimmy had him on the verge of bliss, and as pre wept from his slit those moans and whimpers of his just grew more frequent. The ache he felt as the pressure grew had his body trembling a bit more with every passing moment, and as his hips slowly rose and fell on their own accord Mike reached out to caress her neck and ear. "Shit...babe...so, so fucking good."