Chapter 42.
Ummmm….” Kira moaned into Damian’s mouth, her hands moving to cup the back of his neck, squirming deeper into the kiss while Damian moved his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. He was breathing heavily into her mouth, kissing her breathlessly like she was the only thing that mattered because she was.
She was the only thing that f*****g mattered. His c**k was hard. But it wasn't just hard. It was painfully hard. It was very hard. He wanted her. He wanted his c**k to be in her p***y, to be buried in her sweet p***y. He wanted to yank this soft top off her body; he wanted to spin her around, place her on any surface, spread her legs widely apart, then f**k her p***y so hard.
The raw image of his huge c**k sliding in and out of her sweet, creamy, and slimy p*
