Aria
“You’re so sweet, Aria,” Kelvin murmured, his eyes locked on mine. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“I feel the same way, Kelvin," I said, blushing as I buttoned my clothes. “My p***y is still trembling.”
“I guess I hit the right spot,” Kelvin muttered, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against his chest. I purred as he began smoothing my hair.
“Yes, you know just the right place to hit.”
We stayed there for so long, talking sweetly to each other. It was bliss, and I was enjoying every bit of it.
“You must be hungry now,” he said. “It’s been three days.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “That fool refused to leave my side. You should’ve made him go; you’re my doctor.”
“I’m so sorry, my love,” he responded. “I tried, but he kept saying he couldn’t leave your side.
