ARYNN DELA ROSA
Youji kissed me from my throat down to the gentle swell of my breast. As soon as his mouth closed over one peak, I cried out. Youji pinned me hips with his, threaded his fingers with mine, never stopping his torture to my breasts.
When he rocked his hips, sliding his hard erection against my throbbing c**t, halos mapasigaw ako.
When he stroked his c*ck over my throbbing mound, Iarched my back, let my legs widen, dropping him fully onto me.
His hips circled, rubbed and stroked. My hips pressed into him, begging, needing.
Lost in a sea of sensation, my breathing grew shallow. Ipanted and moaned.
“So wet.”
He drew one finger down my p**sy and rubbed it. He withdrew his hand, held his finger to his nose and inhaled.
“You smell divine, Arynn.”
“Your turn, Yo
