Beatrice's eyes began to fall on Samuel's shirt, which still clung to her husband's body. "Um... it's a good idea to take it off, Sam." The hand that still cupped Samuel's face moved again. This time Beatrice's determination was clear; to get back at Samuel for squeezing Beatrice's ass like that.

What did he say? Squeezed? Is Beatrice's ass a doll?

Beatrice's slow, almost constant, wet intervals and her eyes following the fingers down Samuel's face made it clear to her that her husband was ...