DAMIAN
She stares at me like a criminal caught right in the middle of a crime scene, eyes wide and color spreading itself across her features in guilt. Her mouth opens and closes dumbly.
I step further into the room. She takes one back. Another. Until she hits the bed and falls onto it.
The growth in my pants make my movement difficult, almost painful.
Her gaze strays downward to the front of my pants and I have to grit my teeth to keep from spilling. The heated gaze in her eyes.
“Gospodi, pomiluy,” I breathe when she makes a bold action, brushing her hands over the outline of my c**k in my slacks straining to be let out. {Lord, have mercy}
It feels like a wild fantasy when she scoots further into bed and lets those creamy thighs fall open. Through the aid of moonlight, I catch the
