Lana’s Point of View
“Show me your t**s,” Christian murmured darkly in my ears, his voice was deep and filled with thick lust, as he pressed his hand against my crotch, feeling my p***y from the cotton short I was putting on.
My breath faltered, as his hands tightened around my neck, his fingers teased me as he traced the outline of my femininity, my legs parting on their own accord.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” A deep rumble escaped from his chest again, and I sighed heavily.
He pressed his body into me, his already hardened bulge stabbed my lower belly, and I could feel it throbbing—the thought of a man’s d**k so close to my body, made my belly flipped.
“Ah…” A strangled moan escaped my parted lips, at all these new sensations that I was feeling.
Just then I felt another mo
