Maya Stuart:
Upon hearing me beg for her kiss, Lyan quickly attaches her lips to mine.
It was a maddening feeling… it was incredible.
Our mouths fit perfectly, I feel her hand on my waist and the other in my hair, squeezing me.
Gradually he pulls away and I groan, wanting more.
— Ly... — I call for him, who gets up from the chair and holds my hand.
— He comes. — he called me, pulling my hand, I just got up and followed him.
We stop next to the couch, where he picks me up and lays me down on it.
I lie quietly while I watch him take off his shirt, my pleasure point begging to be touched.
Lyan lies on top of me and starts kissing my neck, I run my hands down his broad back and then scratch him with my nails.
This seems to make him even hotter, Lyan presses his masculine body against
