Desiree
I can't breathe. I feel like I'm drowning in him. What's his purpose in this?
"It feels good, doesn't it? Just like I promised?" He rasps deeply.
I nod unstably. "It does," I whisper. That's why I dont understand.
My whole body stands at attention for what comes next.
He pleasures me silently for a few moments, just alternating between my hardened n*****s, simulating them.
I want more.
"Make love to me, Giuseppe," I bite my lip.
He licks the span of my neck, slowly. Then, the vibrations disappear from my n*****s.
My eyes open I'm surprise. "W-wha—"
The vibration appears again, against the lips of my p***y. I bite my lip, loving the sensation.
"Oooh,"
"You like that?" He asks.
I nod slowly. "Yes...I like it."
"Good," He massages my p***y with the small object, my juice
