Sarah's eyes were locked on it, huge, one hand pressed to her sternum. "That... how would that even... it reaches past your..." She swallowed. "It would reach my belly button. Inside. That cannot..."
She was shaking. And she was dripping. She could feel her own arousal slicking her thighs and hated it, cheeks burning with shame, her married body responding to the aura and the heat and the wrongness like a stove left lit.
"Come on." He smirked up at her. "You can help me, right?"
Her trembling hand wrapped around the shaft. Her fingers did not meet around it. He laid his hand over hers and guided her, showing her the pace, dragging her fist up and down the hot skin, and a fat drop of pre smeared across her knuckles.
Pah. Pah. The soft, obscene sound of her hand pumping him filled the quiet bedroom, mixing with the crackle of the hearth.
Then his hand slid into her braided hair, curled into a fist, and pushed her down.
"Wa... mph!"
