MAURICE'S POV
My hand reached the peak of her legs and I was pleasantly amazed to see that she was shaved clean. It felt so soft against the roughness of my palm. It was enchanting.
“I want you, Glenda.” My voice came out muffled against her mouth and hoarse from passion and need.
She inched in closer, pressing her globes against my bare chest. Her movement caused my hand to slide into her wet core.
“I want you, Maurice.” Her voice mirrored mine, soaked and etched in passion.
Her words were all the urging I needed to break my restraint. I rolled on top of her, positioning myself between her legs, my lips not parting from hers even for a second.
My thoughts, attention and focus were only on the beautiful goddess laying before me.
Glenda's palm contacted my chest and pushed me gently
