|The enthralling Casanova |
"Wet already, darling?"
The heavy breathes of a woman against his ears stretched a smug smirk across his plump damp lips. He didn't have to do a thing. He didn't do anything but still, she was squirming on his lap. Just his callous fingers slyly stroking the milky skin of her thigh, lips grazing over her collar bones and that was all needed to hypnotize her in his charm. Her breath quicken, her grip around his neck compressed, just the way he wanted.
"Ma'am, please open your eyes," the photographer pleaded the supermodel who was loving the pleasing feeling the attractive male was giving her. Her eyes snapped open at the photographer's voice. She forgot that they were on the shoot. She was lost in the pleasurable moment of Tayson's teasing eyes and fingers.
