Mirela
“Oh yeah… yes, Louis, lick me up…” My voice trembled with pleasure as his tongue worked its magic.
I tilted my head back, eyes fluttering shut, while Louis’ mouth claimed every inch of my wet entrance. He kissed and licked like his very survival depended on it.
He parted my legs further, burying his face deeper as my hand instinctively molded my breasts, the other tangling in his thick, black hair.
His fervor was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but think - if only he had the wealth to match his skills, I would’ve chosen him in a heartbeat.
But no, I was stuck with Eric, who had neither passion nor prowess, though he certainly had the wealth.
Louis’ tongue grazed my c**t, and a wave of pleasure shot through me, causing my lips to part in a soft moan.
“God, Mirela, you’re so
