NAAYA’S POV:
His left hand traveled down touching every inch of my body over my thin dress, implanting little tingling sensation of disgust and nausea. I was just trembling slowly keeping the shutters of my eyes closed, to just be over with it. As his hand reached the band of my trouser touching my pelvic region and then gently massaging it over, my heart sank to the bottom of deep pacific.
“I love the way your skin feels against my hands, soft and silky, like butter sizzling on a hot pan,” by saying that he sat up and then entangling his fingers in the buttons of his shirt, he lifted it up over his head and then with a swift motion it was thrown out to the floor making the upper half of his masculine body naked to me. I couldn’t resist looking at him, such a perfect physique he had. St
