She moans as I wrench down her jeans to around her knees. Her panties go with them. She bends forward, offering me her pink p***y. It’s already wet in the light. I pull down my pants and immediately my c**k springs free. I’ve never wanted to be inside of her so badly. It’s an animal need. If I don’t feel the tight clutch of her hot lips, I’ll die. I’ll f*****g die.
“Oh, f**k,” I growl as she starts to drag her lips up and down my length.
“Do you want to own me, Carlo? Can you make me yours?” The filthy words coming out of her mouth send even more blood rushing to my c**k, even more lights dancing behind my eyes. She’s wild, ferocious. Untamable. Fire and snow.
Down below, people keep dancing. We can see them all, as though we’re ghosts suspended in the air. It’s just me and Hazel. Nobod
