Claiming His Son's Séxy Girlfriend (4)
Vera slid her small hand into the open fly of Ron’s pants, her fingertips fumbling briefly with the fold of his boxer shorts before slipping inside.
When she found what she was looking for, her fingers wrapped around the base of his c**k and pulled it free. The thick, long shaft sprang out hard and ready, veined and heavy in her grip.
“Dios mío.” Her voice was breathless as she sat back on her heels, wide-eyed. Her gaze lit with awe and something far filthier. “You and your son are not the same, Papi. Your c**k is so much bigger.”
Ron smirked and reached down, gently stroking her soft golden-brown hair. His fingers slid through it slowly, tender and possessive. “He’s got some growing up to do.”
“Sí.”
“You want to suck that, don’t you, little kit
