A conscious part of Santino was struggling to regain his composure. Useless efforts, after all
Her hips began a slow rhythm the moment she felt one of Santino's hands parsimoniously travel his right thigh, separating it with measure and bringing his body closer. Too intimate contact despite the intermediary clothes. A forceful pressure stabbed at his crotch, making him feel discomfort in his pants.
"Alexa ..." Santino's deep voice, now turned into a hoarse gasp brought her out of his rapture completely. "... Hmmphh ..."
Stop ... before something bigger happens
An exuberant ardor contained in the smallest detail of his hands.
Stop...
The heat was stifling.
"Santino ..." His breathing was ragged and his pulse was almost arrhythmic. "... no ..."
She exhaled, making an effort to come b
