“Your Highness, not here... Someone might see us! ”
“Let them see us then.”
“Whaaat?!”
Nothing and no one could really stop this man.
His gentle, feathery kiss deepened until I found myself catching my breath. Goddess! He was a wet kisser.
There was this feeling in me that I loved how his tongue moved inside my mouth and how, just like how aggressive his hands were on my thighs, he possessively opened my mouth wide, exploring and searching for my tongue. The arousing sensation suddenly spread all over my body like wildfire. Until I just found myself kissing him back with the same passion as his, making him moan.
I’m a hypocrite if I say I never liked it. I loved how he kissed and touched me. I loved how he made me burn like a furnace under his hard, calloused hands. I love how he ad
