Rose licked her lips, looking like a predator who had finally found her prey, and judging by the expression on her face, she had absolutely no intention of letting this opportunity pass her by.
"You naughty boy," she said, giving me a playful but rather pointed look. "You've been leaving me wanting for so long without giving me what I want. My pussy is aching for your cock, so why aren't you fucking me like you used to? Is it because I've already given birth to your daughter and you don't need me anymore? Have I already served my purpose to you?"
Despite the words she was using, Rose didn't sound particularly angry. Her choice of words might have suggested that she was furious with me, but I couldn't hear that kind of resentment in her voice. Instead, she sounded more disappointed than anything else, as though she wanted me to understand just how much she had been missing our time together.
