Back in the office on the third floor, both Jorge and Mirabel heard nothing of what happened at the door when their son had nearly come in on them. They were too wrapped up in themselves. Mirabel blushed even in her pleasure-filled state when Jorge licked his fingers.
He held her gaze and slowly licked his fingers thoroughly as if enjoying the perfect meal.
A lusty chuckle left him at her reactions.
Jorge slightly lifted Mirabel and swiftly impaled her on himself, filling her to the brim. She couldn't help but let out another satisfied cry as she supported herself by grabbing the back of the settee behind Jorge as he started to thrust upwards in her in fast succession.
His eyes never left her once as he fucked her into oblivion.
