Geneva
I saw myself spreading my legs to steer Levi Evangelista’s hard, bare c**k between my legs. A little voice in my mind kept telling me I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop myself.
He felt so f*****g hard and hot in my hand. My p***y quivered, driving me out of my mind. I had to feel him in there. I fantasized about Levi for years. Now, here he was leaning over me, getting ready to take my virginity exactly the way I always dreamed.
His mouth wouldn’t let go of me. He kept kissing me, and his ice-blue eyes consumed my being. He stroked against me, but he didn’t drive in like I hoped he would.
He glided his thick shaft between my swollen petals, and my honey coated him down to the root. I whimpered and rotated my hips back in time to that mind-blowing rhythm. I needed him
