CHAPTER 72
As they kissed on the bed, hands wrapped around each other and bodies slippery abd wet, Xaviere who was laying with his back on the floor suddenly froze. "Baby, what's wrong?" Petrichor asked in concern. Xaviere stopped and turned his head around like a person who heard their name and were trying to confirm if the person that call them was real or it was just a voice in their head. This got Petrichor really concerned because whenever they had these sessions of scanty clothes and bodily fluids, Xaviere was always grossly involved, heavily engulfed, totally immersed; his whole attention was in her. Every action he made was a step towards pleasuring this woman. She loved it. His attention to detail. The time they took in the whole activity. The way he rushed her at first but then calmly slow
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