Borrowed WifeThe Breeding Favor Chapter 27

The Penalty

"Actually," she said, looking up at me with devilish eyes. "You have to pay a penalty for stealing."

"What penalty?"

"You have to wear them," she ordered. "Put them on your head. Like a hat."

I laughed, but I did it. I draped the black lace thong over my head, the gusset resting right on my nose, filling my senses with her musk.

"Now walk," she commanded. "Walk to the bedroom. But you have to stay inside me."

She stood up and turned around, bending over to present her ass. "Put it in."

I gripped her hips and slid my semi-hard cock into her from behind.

Schlop.

"Oh... fuck..." she moaned.

We did a clumsy, erotic waddle back to the bedroom. Every step I took was a thrust. Every time she moved, my cock rubbed against her g-spot. The smell of her used panties on my face mixed with the sight of her spreading ass was overwhelming.

By the time we reached the bed, I was ready to explode. I shoved her face-down onto the mattress and pounded her, inhaling her scent with every breath.