My whole body remembering what it was like, the night I stopped exactly on the other side of the fence. After losing myself completely to him. Could I already blame the hormones? Or was it my body screaming for his because the taste I had that night still tormented me? c*m!
His lips attached to mine, devouring me so strongly, as my nails broke through his shirt and
spread across tanned skin. I pulled away for air, and the clear desire in his eyes made me want to moan. When his fingers moved the hem of the dress away and he touched me still over my panties, I just let them go.
— Do you want me to make you c*m, Maria Beatriz? — His tone left no opening, it was as if he demanded a positive answer that was obvious on my face. - Yes or no? — he asked, and a finger entered me, making me gasp.
